Weather story from the good ol' days. . . Or 50 years ago, which ever you like the best. My home place, where I grew up, we had a pasture that had a hill on each side of it. The property behind our propety was a long low fan shaped grade. So, in the summer if we had a thunder storm that dropped a LOT of rain in thie area, all of the rain funneled right into the 'valley' that my Mom owned. Mom would let us out of the house as soon as the thunder and lightning moved down the mountain. We would run for that pasture, because the most wonderful warm water would be 2 - 6 inches deep, flowing toward Narrow Passage creek on it's way to the Shenandoah River. We would run and splash to our heart's content. I especially loved doing water angels. It was so much more lovely than a bath in a bathtub. The warm water just felt plain magical running over and around my body. Everytime there is a thunderstorm, I think about the wonderful times my brothersand sisters and I had in that pasture.