Summer Rain

On our way to a weekend getaway spot, Sienna and I were chatting in the car about something, remotely religious:
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“Mommy, it's the gods that make it.”
“Gods? who are those gods?”
“People who live above in the sky.”
“Oh, what do these people do when they need to go pee?”
“They rain, Mommy.”

If anything sounds vulgar here, the mommy is the one to blame.