Letters From Tim

We finally are getting rain after weeks of drought-like weather in Indiana.  It is one of those nights where you can open the windows, feel the breeze and the sound of rain can lull you to sleep.

Just before ‘lights out’ I heard Briggs say, “That is music to my ears.” I didn’t know what he was talking about and asked.  He said, “The Rain!”

He is definitely my child and undoubtedly every farmer in Central Indiana is quoting the same line tonight.