I like that one. Visual speech, man. Up there in North Dakota you might hear:
“Rained some.”
“That was a rain.”
“Gotta little.”
“Couple hundreths.”
Barely a spit or two.”
Though over in Idaho I heard a farm chemical salesman say, early one Friday when it was pouring down, just as had been hoped for, “We got us a whiskey rain.”
He meant that all the farmers (happily) would have to take the day off and would be in the tavern before noon.
A really light rain...
“It’s missin’”
My Mother never used profanity of any kind. For that matter neither did my Father nor did their parents.
My Mother would just about not say anything bad about anyone and never anything bad about one of her children. One day she did get mad at some woman, for whatever reason I have forgotten. Mother trying to say something bad about her she said, that, that, that, Flapper!
That was the worst I have ever heard Mother call anyone.