There is nobody in the stands in Seattle. The Chicago White Sox are in town. They turned out for Texas, but no crowd to see Chicago.
It’s June, and the rains are warmer and gentler than they were just a few weeks ago.
I remember my Papa Bill liked to stand right next to the rain. He loved it. I love the sun break between downpours. Everything is so clean and fresh. And when the rain falls softly on a windless day, then I stand in his footsteps and bathe my senses. Then I enjoy the rain with my Papa Bill.
It’s not so gloomy when it rains in June.