Rain, rain, go away, come back some other day

It looks like it will pour rain at any moment, so I may not be going to a cemetery today. I imagine there is nothing more miserable than tripping over a wet headstone only to land in stinging nettle. Unless the sun suddenly bursts from the clouds, I'm staying home.

I wanted to visit Ike's grave. Isaac was the family patriarch. He has a stone-stacked grave. At funerals, all the men would lay a rock on his grave. It didn't have to be a big rock, but they had to put something there as a sign of respect. So if I can get to the cemetery, I will be needing me a nice crystal.