We finally had a bit of rain here the other day. I was stocking my bird feeder, and the neighbor's 5-year-old kid was playing in her yard when the drops began to fall.
"Where does the rain come from, Mr. Gargoyle?" the kid suddenly asked me.
"God is crying," I said to her.
"Why is God crying?" she asked.
"Probably because of something you did," I shouted.
Her mother called her into the house.
-Old Gargoyle
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