What an amazing night. Nonstop rain every hour. Consistent, heavy, lulling one to sleep and to remember. When was the last time I heard the rain for so long? ’61, ’62? Torrents against the slider, sometimes causing them to shake. Me, mesmerized, as I watched cozy and warm, in San Jose. Mom and little girl. Inside, together. Happy and carefree. Complicated. A lilting tune sung by a tall, beautiful woman. Stunning in her confidence and allure. Both of us dancing to my Shirley Temple record, a gift from Dad. Laughing with love and joy. Then, on a dime, or so it seemed, the music ended. The beautiful woman in a battle of her own. Looming with pain. Bouncing off the walls. She is not at fault. Duck, little girl. You are not at fault. Nope, it doesn’t rain like that in San Jose anymore. Sometimes it helps to remember.