Rain Man

I remember the draught we had in 1976. My cairn terrier bitch had seven puppies, one died unfortunately, and they were born in a caravan which was in our back garden. It became apparent that it wasn’t the best place to be, and we moved her to a downstairs loo, with tiles on the floor, so nice and cool.

The days passed and how we longed for rain, and that was when people began  to perform rain dances. I don’t think they helped, but it was a long time ago.

I seem to think the sun beat down relentlessly for quite some while. We used to sleep in the garden as did many others.

One day it started to rain, and we were out soaking up the feeling of water on us. Joyous.


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