Rain today. A steady, persistent drizzle. I can hear my dad in the kitchen, talking to a customer on his cell phone. I hear my brother clear his throat and open his igloo lunch box. It's his birthday today. Mom's out there too, I know - probably opening a bag of salami to build my dad's lunch. These little, unimportant sounds mix with the dripping of the rain...and they sprinkle a comfortable feeling into my heart.