After hearing the rain pitter-pattering on the roof and windows outside and being a little tired it made me wish for a happy place I had as a child growing up.
It was on the front porch of my grandmother’s house on 1317 Clay Street in Bowling Green, KY. When their was a gentle rain I used to grab the big, red, poofy pillow and go lay down on the porch swing and take a nap while listening to the rain.
Ahh man, now I’m getting all sentimental and wishing for another time and another place.
