Rain

I woke up last night to the pounding noise of rain. In a panic, there is always always a question I ask myself still to this day.

Did I leave my ball mitt outside?

I guess it is something left over as a kid. Rarely did a day go by when I didn't play some catch with one of my brothers or at least throw the ball against the chicken barn wall.

I guess most people (adults) think:
- Are my car windows rolled up
- Are all the windows closed in the house
- Why did I just wash my car

What do you think about when you first hear it raining?

Heading to Cambridge today for a Labor Day picnic at the Youngs. Gatta run.