Last Friday we went out to eat in a small town just north of where we live, a down-to-earth place that’s known mostly for skills concerning farming, firearms and barrel racing. The people in the restaurant there are really nice and the fish and chips are great. While we waited for our food, my husband told me about the film that his friend is showing next week. That person has a studio-style theater and regularly invites people to watch classic movies. We don’t go very often but my husband was especially interested because he loves musicals and the next scheduled film was “Singin’ in the Rain” with Gene Kelly, Donald O’Connor and Debbie Reynolds. The very young waitress happened to pass just as my husband was telling me this and when she overheard, she immediately burst into song. “Singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain.” It delighted me that someone her age not only knew the words and melody to the tune and when we asked her, she admitted she wasn’t sure that she had ever seen the movie all the way through but that she loved all the music from it. When we left, it was clear and sunny but we went out the door with a little extra spring in our step, singing about rain.