Angel Pee − July, 1978
I remember the first time I asked where rain comes from. It was sometime around first grade and I posed the question to one of the Catholic nun school teachers.
"Sister, where does rain come from?"
"Rain is just water from faucets up in heaven that someone forgot to turn off."
For at least a year, this explanation stuck in my head. But then I started wondering about it. Sure seemed strange that there were disembodied water faucets floating around up in the clouds. Where were the water pipes?
Something just didn't fit.
It gnawed at me enough that one day I decided to get a second opinion. That day came when we were visiting my grandparents on the farm in eastern Colorado.
"Grandpa, where does rain come from?"
"Oh, Hans," (he always called me Hans because I apparently looked like a little German boy to him) "it rains when all the angels stand on the clouds and pee."
My grandma evidently was listening from the kitchen, because a loud, stern warning shout sounded: "BERNARD!"
I was horrified, and I couldn't figure out why my grandpa was chuckling about it. Angels were peeing on us!
It was a long time before I'd go out and play in the rain.
"Sister, where does rain come from?"
"Rain is just water from faucets up in heaven that someone forgot to turn off."
For at least a year, this explanation stuck in my head. But then I started wondering about it. Sure seemed strange that there were disembodied water faucets floating around up in the clouds. Where were the water pipes?
Something just didn't fit.
It gnawed at me enough that one day I decided to get a second opinion. That day came when we were visiting my grandparents on the farm in eastern Colorado.
"Grandpa, where does rain come from?"
"Oh, Hans," (he always called me Hans because I apparently looked like a little German boy to him) "it rains when all the angels stand on the clouds and pee."
My grandma evidently was listening from the kitchen, because a loud, stern warning shout sounded: "BERNARD!"
I was horrified, and I couldn't figure out why my grandpa was chuckling about it. Angels were peeing on us!
It was a long time before I'd go out and play in the rain.
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