It's trying to rain.
Outside my window I can hear it sputter now and then.
I could use a good rain.
What I really long for, though, is to be sitting on my Papo's porch in Kentucky listening and watching the rain.
Now that Papo is gone, and mom and dad own the place it has a beautiful tin roof on it. The rain is beautiful down there.
You sit on the porch, at the top of this mountain, and all around you you can hear the rain falling on other mountains. It may just be misting, but if you sit long enough you begin to hear the water washing down the mountains, gathering together and forming little streams and creeks that flow through the mountainside.
I miss it so much.