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We don't sing, 'Rain, rain, go away; please come back another day'. Where I live, rain is always expected to come, but is never 'a given'. If rain is to 'stand up and deliver', we must pray to God for it. In September, I said goodbye to the rain that never came. I know, to some, that might cast the sound of strange words. I tell you, droughts can do strange things to the mind of men. Summer rain that never came never realized our heated strains. All the same though, our hope for next summer's rain remains. In October, the Easterners are proactively engaged for hurricanes. In November, we'll appreciate the blessings that outweigh all the pains. In December, we'll celebrate the greatest gift ever given to mankind. We'll pause to recall happy times with dolls, play guns, choo choo trains. 100221PS