Living in the desert, we don’t see a lot of rain. But each day that we do, I think back to days with my father listening to the rain. It was a peaceful time to enjoy a piping hot cup of coffee and appreciate that we had a roof over our heads and something warm to drink. He never came out and said so, but I am sure that was not the case many times during his childhood. So he never failed to appreciate the home he worked so hard to provide for his family on all those rainy days later in his life.