Pitter-patter

The pitter patter of rain on top of the r.V. reminds me of the tin roof of our first home. We have gone full circle, from just the two of in our little house in Quitman, to the two of us in our little traveling home. I love the sound of rain on the roof. I do not like it when I have rain drops falling on my head , like the old song. Last weekend the roof was leaking right over my bed. At night I would have to change positions all night to try to stay dry. So, add to my list of things to be thankful for, waking up dry.