For the second time in not so many days we are stopped by a little rain shower. Peak open the eyes early knowing I need to get things going for the crowd. wonder why it isn't very light out~ know it can't be doing much as the wind is blowing...only to drag my behind out of the covers to see the droplets hitting the ground.

I am assuming that I should call the hubby and see if there is any chance that we will proceed.  But I already know his answer...so I will just wait tell that last minute decision and throw things together.  

I would like to say that I crawled back into the covers...just to listen to the drops on the roof... or to take a look at the book that has been laying by my bedside waiting for a free moment...where the music is cranked and the world can disappear into solace.

The clouds lift then darken again...as i chose to sit at the computer rather than fuss with the last minute getting the house clean and the other chores that should be finished.  Bob will be here soon...and the cousin Krafts will be wondering what there day will bring as well.

My mind drifts off to the old days...the fondest of memories~ where it didn't matter how many people where at the door ready to spend the weekend there would be a celebration just because it rained... and the whiskey would flow, and the poker chips stacked, and the kids ran in and out, tracking mud, chasing around, soaked to the core...  

And I think of the times where I really didn't understand what the rain meant...Be it a few drops or a soaker.  And how it was ok for the world  to stop as long as there was rain.  And how if it would settle in there would truly be a chance to disappear...take a quick getaway and how everyone's moods changed or change. 

And now we just wait...see what comes.  As the promise of sunshine looms for tomorrow and we ponder how to rearrange, we all are revived in the notion of Spring rains that seem to be brought on by branding season.