Where did the bleedin' sun go? Feels like rain again. Rain on (deferred) Tax Day, I get, but Easter? Ugh. It raining on more that a parade. Think of all the hidden Easter eggs. A friend quips, Yes, rain falling on my head like a memory.... Easter means you can put the truth in a grave but you can't keep it there. —Anne Lamott. Ain’t dat da truth. So kind of the rain to only rain last night, and not today.
From a Facebook post, expanded
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