Tales from Adulthood

My daughter jumped in the bed this morning and said, "Dad, don't worry about the rain. I figured it out."

I could tell she was searching her brain for the exact words. Then she cleared her throat and said, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day."

She sat back and listened intently. The wind picked up and you could hear the rain start to fall even harder. She smiled slightly and quietly uttered, "Hmmm, I guess it didn't work this time. Oh well, I only learned it from Dora."