Hi there, come on in.  Oh, shoot, is it raining again?  I'll take that, just don't forget it when you leave.  'Course, that's how I've aquired every umbrella I've ever owned.  Cool!  2006, and excellent year.  Thanks so much, I'll go pop it in the frig.  Oh, look, Sox is doing her wiggle dance for you.  Such a show-off, but too cute.

It's raining again.  The soft kind that floats rather than falls, that shifts through the air like a liquid ghost.  It caresses your skin and refreshes your soul.  If you're part of it, in silence, you can hear it brush across the leaves of that old tree ... leaving behind one simple droplet to represent the passing of many.  In summer, this kind of misty rain is simply heaven on a hot, sultry evening.  The air seems to catch a second breath and exhale relaxation.  Time slows down to find it's southern drawl and everyone who cares to notice finds a rainbow.

Sox?  OK, but you're not gonna like it.  You know you hate going out in the rain.  That was quick!  If I could just get you to wipe your feet.  Look out!  She's heading in ... remember, not on the sofa.

Who needs their drink freshened?  Great, you know where the kitchen is.  By the way, what did we ever decide about the pot-luck dinner thing?  I thought of a twist, tell me what you think -  since some people don't cook, how about if they make requests?  Then the cooks in the group can give it a shot!  Don't look at me like that, it's only my second glass.

The rain's drifting in through the kitchen window.  The slight breeze teaching the curtains to dance.  There is laughter and conversation flowing in from the living room and I know that all is right in my world.

Just in this one moment.  But just in this one moment ... isn't that what matters?