I am sitting here looking at the rain on a cold, dreary March day. It reminded me how we like and dislike the rain. We say things like the rain is nasty. I do not understand how rain can be nasty. We need the rain to water the crops so that we can eat. We say when it rains it pours. Into each life a little rain must fall. Let it rain. Rain, rain, go away. Send the rain. Every once in a while we see rain while the sun is out. Years ago we would stand in the yard and watch it rain across the street. My Grandmother used to say is was the devil fighting with his wife.