Spring rains come to the Nebraska prairie
So there we stood while the rain seemed to come down to buckets full which was the way when a long drouth would be broken and we stood and laughed. Laughed because I got my wish. Laughed because it was so ridiculously funny. I laughed for joy for my garden. J.T. laughed because of it all and because I did. We would nearly stop and Willie would begin and then we would begin all over again. . . . The next morning, as always after those showers, the sun was gloriously warm and bright. The garden was fine as possible but I had a job housecleaning and washing and drying our clothing but was glad that it was necessary just so we got the rain. We had many a good laugh over our wetting for years to come and I don’t think I ever said I wished it would rain that J.T. did not ask if I was willing to be wet to the skin.