Regina
“Its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring. He went to bed, and he bumped his head…and he didn’t wake up in the morning.” I sang as I shook off my umbrella.
“I always thought that song was kind of morbid. I mean, why didn’t he wake up in the morning? Did the old man hit his head so hard that he suffered a fatal brain injury?” Patti complained as she shook the water droplets from her short, spiky hair.
“I assumed the old man must be drunk, that’s why he was snoring, and that’s why he hit his head. He didn’t get up in the morning because he was too hung over,” Malia said pragmatically.
“You know what they say,” Grace said cheerfully. “April showers bring May flowers!”
“April showers just make mud,” Dallas complained. “Do you see how much muck the customers have track
