A lesson from my grandfather
My grandpa loved walking in the rain, especially when it drizzled, so did I as his sole companion. I still do. He believed buying an umbrella is an insult to the benevolent sky. Under the rain, he looked like the messiah preaching his own gospel of wisdom and experience to me. I worshiped the man, believing his unmatched lessons would lead me on the right path to be a better human being.