There is no point in cursing these showers, no point in being upset when the rain falls in the middle of your perfectly good softball game or picnic. They are just going to happen, and they do not particularly care what you are up to at the time. I came to think of these afternoon crying spells in the same way: a familiar feeling when the dark clouds came over me, a somewhat predictable pattern in the afternoon, and the knowledge that they were unlikely to last.
