I live in rural Alabama, I’ve?always lived here. My parents were all about adventures and such, we’d ride backroads in an old army jeep my dad had purchased, and it seemed we always wound up passing or stopping at old cemeteries. I knew there was something very strange when my mother would walk out into a cemetery and it would start to rain on her, she didn’t feel it but we could see it, my dad would freak out, but mama never got nervous. And now it happens to me, at night and certain cemeteries. It doesn’t freak me out because it’s a way of life for me, the drops feel like a small jolt of electricity, nothing bad, I find it comforting. My sister does not have this happen to her.
