the wet grasshopper

Juma: "Once upon a time there was a little grasshopper. His name was...what his name was?"

Dad: "Um...maybe...Juma?"

Juma: "Yeah! That's his name was. Juma. The grasshopper loved to play baseball. It was raining. His Mama said, 'it's raining, dear.' He runned inside his hole."

As you can tell from Juma's story, we've had a lot of rain lately. And there's more to come--in fact, the 10-day forecast is very depressing; rain clouds EVERY SINGLE DAY. Growing up in Central California and going to school in Utah, rain was just not a common summer thing. Oh well, I guess I'll get used to it....