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“We should never complain about the rain. If you grew up in the thirties, you’d know why.” Our father reminded us whenever rain interfered with our plans or made life difficult.
.One particular spring, Dad’s resolve was tested to the limit. April showers drenched the black dirt, but held off to allow planting. Thunderstorms rolled across the South Dakota plains, dumping several inches at a time. Th…