Delightful rain and baby

 

  

 I remember staring out the window at the rain for hours and dreaming of raindrops falling on a cluster of snail eggs at the foot of a damp banana bush, scattering and cascading down the waterway.  Dumb shell eggs are like shark shells.  It was only after an argument with Grandma that I realized they weren't sharks and compared them and understood the difference.   At that time I was not as tall as a window.  There was also no ban on looking at the rain at any time until it hurt my hands hanging from the window sill.  When hanging from the window of the mother's room, two avocado trees appeared.  Those were the days when heavy rains would fall on avocados and in anticipation of one or more falling to the ground.  If those were the days when mom or grandma would sneak out the middle door and launch a paper boat into the water as a team, those would be the days of victory.  Scientists launching rockets can feel as much joy as seeing a child launch a paper boat that