Close your eyes and make it rain, my Dad used to say as he moved my little fingers over the white keys of our baby grand piano. Now smell the air, can you feel the rain on your face?

How does it make you feel? And I would imagine the warm drops on my face.

“Shush” very very quiet now, as we tippy toed up an octave and together we every so gently played. I could hear the rain as it gently hit the ground. I could see all the flower petals with little drops rolling off.

Sometimes I would have to hold my breath just to curb my excitement.

Boom, here comes the thunder, and I would sit and laugh as we moved down the keys of the piano as I slipped off the seat to touch the pedals below.

I am not sure if it was playing the piano, or just being with my Dad. But what ever it was, it made me see more things.

At three, I was very excitable. I guess I still am.

I love my imagination! And I love you Dad.

Thank you Dad — Happy Father’s Day!