Friday, November 4, 2011
Today, we had only our third rainfall (that I can think of) in a month, and before that, it hadn't rained since spring.
I suppose when you're twenty-two months old, and haven't seen much rain in a long time, it's a rather intriguing affair. When it was time to do the afternoon school run, the rain began coming down quite heavily, so I covered up Miss Pie and let her stomp around out the front while I got ready.
When I returned a few moments later, I expected her to be stomping like crazy but found her standing still, completely entranced by the falling drops and the sound of echoing drips from the nearby gutters. She was utterly still, and looked completely at peace.
Then she came to her senses, and realised exactly what her boots were intended for. Tranquility gone, just like that. A splashing frenzy ensued.
Although the rain had stopped by the time we got to the Faery's school, she managed to get her legs and arms completely soaked from all the puddle-stomping and hand-splashing. She had a ball.
Most of the adults standing around waiting watched her in envy. Some even expressed a wish to jump in the puddles too.
It's the simple things, right? Jumping puddles and splashing - well, who really grows out of that?