A post on Face book today: The person who dances with you in the rain, most likely will be the one who walks with you through the storms.

Touched a chord.
Memory of my husband, Julian, running through our field with me, both of us drenched and laughing in the rain, just after we bought our hundred acre weed and rock sanctuary.  Forty-one years ago.

Several years later, when the power went out and we ran out of wood for heat,  both of us and our five children were out in the snow in the dark cutting down a tree with a cross-cut saw and forming a log brigade to pass the logs up to the door.