"Hey Dad, do you like the rain?"
It was too early for me to grin.
I watched the rain drip down the front window.
We switched into the right lane.
"Yes. I like the summer rain."
Maybe he doesn't like this winter rain. - It's too cold.
"The rain melts the snow."
He paused. He's thinking. Dad always answers all of my questions.
- I love him for that.
"The rain melts the snow. The rain falls into reservoirs. It's good for us."
I think I like the rain. Of course, the rain reminds me of tears.
Many people think the rain is God crying.
It's not God's tears, but it does reflect emotion - like people - like us.
Sometimes our hearts get cold - the snow falls, and it freezes over.
Then one day, it rains - we cry - like when we were children, un-afraid to show emotion:
The snow melts.
The ice melts.
It's our way of warming up.
- To let it all go. - To let it all out.