It's hard to keep from chuckling aloud when I think back to the boys and my nieces doing their version of "Sun Dance" around the pool, when summer days threatened to produce rain. "Oompa, oompa, oompa, oompa, Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!" was sung to elaborate footwork and mouth-patting, as they performed their little ceremony. Any takers? The rain is relentless, of late. If it's true that "G-d is moving furniture in Heaven when it thunders" (my parents!), well he/she must be exhausted this morning.
Thoughts of the amazing George Harrison come to mind, and I hope to be singing his tune soon:
