Rain By Jill Sanders As she headed for her sister’s funeral three hours south and three days away Barbara said to me, “I hope it doesn’t rain.” Understanding the mood that rain sets, especially during a funeral service, I replied, “I hope it doesn’t rain for you, too. I’ll be thinking of you. Have a safe trip.” Three days later, near 2:00 pm – the hour of the funeral, I stepped outside to feed my cats across the yard under the portico of the unattached garage. The sky overhead suggested rain may fall. As I emptied the bag of cat food into their bowl, the rain droplets began. “Oh, no,” I said as I thought of my friend; hoping that the rain had not traveled south. As I walked back toward my house I noticed the raindrops gently falling on my arms. I remembered a saying that was shared with me, “Some people walk in the rain and get wet, others feel the rain and know joy.” I realized that I had been thi
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