Singing in the Rain!

I think Granny is having an emotional affair with the umbrella man in the cookoo clock. Granny's mood seems dependent on whether or not he comes out of his doorway. If he comes out of his door it means we shall see rain. She waits for him every day hoping and praying he will come out; living in California, it's not very often that he does. When he does, she just about comes unglued. The other morning, eventhough it was sunny and 85 degrees outside it "rained" (if you're not from California it would be considered a light mist.) I called to Granny to tell her the good news. I've never seen her leap from her chair so quickly. She nearly ran to the door exclaiming, "Oh, I just knew it would! (I think she actually teared up). She carried on with glee that there should be a rainbow in the east, sadly there wasn't, but she didn't seem to mind too much. She was just happy for the rain. Today (three days later) my older sister took her to the Dollar Tree (one cent more the the $.99 store) there she picked up an umbrella. Now, you may not think that strange, but I do. I think it's strange because first of all, it rarely rains here, Secondly when it does rain, Granny normally where a plastic bonnet to protect her hairdo. Thirdly, I've counted at least 7 umbrellas around the house, 5 or hanging around the bottled water stand, 2 are in my room, and I know there's at least one in each of our cars. You mights say she has the faith of Noah.