Rain in the Little Town

Rain, rain, rain! We have rain. So now they won't be writing about our lack of rain in the newspaper.
The ceiling hasn't started to leak yet. "Words sound false when your coat's too thin; feet don't waltz when the roof caves in." I always think of that old song when I look up at the seam in the ceiling that sometimes decides to leak.
Art cards; art cards. Have maybe made 1000 of them by now! If I made a painting out of each one I could open a gallery.