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For a long time we thought this boy loved only things that fell straight down. He didn't seem to care about anything else. We were afraid he could only HEAR things that fell straight down! We watched him stand outside in rain. Later it was said he put a tiny pond of rain water in his wife's ear while she slept. And leaned over to listen to it. I remember he was happiest talking about all the kinds of rain. The kind that comes off herons' wings when they fly up from the lake. I know he wanted some of that heron rain for his wife's ear too! He walked out in spring to watch the young girls rub wild onion under their eyes until tears came out. He knew a name for that rain too. Sad onion rain. That rain fell straight down too, off their faces, and he saw it.