My favorite thing about quiet rainy days is my ability to recall with such vivid detail about things I normally can not remember anymore. As i sit here looking out this window at that rain, i have no choice in remembering the early days of camping with my family as a child. All my life I could never put a reason on why I've always felt so cool and collected during rain storms. Today I remember. I have my father to thank for the "clearness" i've come to know during the rain. 

Thank you for one more of the many things I never thanked you for when i had the chance. I miss you.