All day, off and on. Coming down in buckets at times. My dad loved rainy days. He would just sit on the porch with his cigar, coffee and newspaper. You would always know where he was. Just follow that cigar smell. He would just sit and tell stories of his family and friends. We would all just sit and listen. Laughing most of the time. I loved rainy days. I still do. I just wish he was sitting on that porch.
(9/11 ~ I will never forget)