I didn't sleep much, but it rained much.
I remember rains as a little girl.
After a rain my mom showed us how we could make all the water running down the driveway join together into one big river by digging canals with a stick. Then we'd float little stick boats down the river. It was hours of fun for four kids with a couple of sticks.
My favorite rain happened when I was probably 10ish. The rain was really coming down. It was boring and dark inside the house. I told my mother that I wished we could go out to play. And then she said the impossible...we could play in the rain. No mom says that! She told us that we could go out and play if we wanted to, she'd be ready with towels.
So we went out! We had a front porch with two pillars at the corners. And at those two corners were downspouts. Not downspouts with pipes...just open downspouts on the porch roof that funneled all the water from the front of our four-square farmhouse to the front yard. The water was just shooting out of them in the downpour. I remember holding on to a pillar, my two arms outstretched, feet on the edge of the porch, leaning back and getting myself right under that downspout, drenching myself, giggling and delighting in the "terrible thing" that my mom said we could do!
I remember that well, and I hope I've passed it on to my kids. I want them pass it on to theirs.