Singing in the Rain
Rain, rain go away...Actually we need the rain on this rainy cool November day. It rained most of the day here. It is rare that it rained almost non stop all day long. Usually when they mention rain on the news we are lucky to get a few drops not even enough to wet your umbrella good. But, today was a soaking type of rain where you really would need a giant umbrella to keep all the rain off of your head, clothes and whatever else you wanted to keep dry.
My son loves the rain. When I was his age I had rain boots to jump in puddles because back when I was going on 9 we actually had seasons. You could count on rain in November, December and January it was a no brainer. Now, well, you might get it and you might not. So with my rain boots, rain coat both pink, and clear bubble umbrella I would jump in every puddle I saw on the way to school and on the way home. My mom would be unhappy about the water on my uniform but I loved to play in the rain.
Today my son went to the porch to look at the rain so he said. Next thing he was down the steps singing his version of rain drops keep falling on my head in his short and no shoes. After a couple of minutes I called him back upstairs and we both laughed at his clothes and hair being wet. When he told my mom what he had done the look of horror that came on her face was priceless. She then asked me why I let him out there in the rain with no rain boots or boots at all and no rain gear. Since I really didn't have a good answer for her I just stood there and sort of shrugged my shoulders like I used to when I was a little girl and didn't have a good excuse for her after I had done something I wasn't supposed to.
For a brief second I was transported back to the past of being 9 and getting my uniform all wet after playing in the rain.
Josh, my son, asked if he had done something wrong, trying to read his grandma's face, and I told him nope he didn't and he breathed a sigh of relief. I then told him the stories of how I used to like to play in the rain too and how I get wet from head to toe sometimes just like him.
I don't think my mom exactly approved of me telling him that story but you are only a kid once and as you get older sometimes you forget how much fun you had on a rainy cool day just playing in the rain and singing a silly made up song.
The next time it rains, which they said would be a while, I think I will go outside in my bare feet and sing in the rain. Sounds like a plan.
My son loves the rain. When I was his age I had rain boots to jump in puddles because back when I was going on 9 we actually had seasons. You could count on rain in November, December and January it was a no brainer. Now, well, you might get it and you might not. So with my rain boots, rain coat both pink, and clear bubble umbrella I would jump in every puddle I saw on the way to school and on the way home. My mom would be unhappy about the water on my uniform but I loved to play in the rain.
Today my son went to the porch to look at the rain so he said. Next thing he was down the steps singing his version of rain drops keep falling on my head in his short and no shoes. After a couple of minutes I called him back upstairs and we both laughed at his clothes and hair being wet. When he told my mom what he had done the look of horror that came on her face was priceless. She then asked me why I let him out there in the rain with no rain boots or boots at all and no rain gear. Since I really didn't have a good answer for her I just stood there and sort of shrugged my shoulders like I used to when I was a little girl and didn't have a good excuse for her after I had done something I wasn't supposed to.
For a brief second I was transported back to the past of being 9 and getting my uniform all wet after playing in the rain.
Josh, my son, asked if he had done something wrong, trying to read his grandma's face, and I told him nope he didn't and he breathed a sigh of relief. I then told him the stories of how I used to like to play in the rain too and how I get wet from head to toe sometimes just like him.
I don't think my mom exactly approved of me telling him that story but you are only a kid once and as you get older sometimes you forget how much fun you had on a rainy cool day just playing in the rain and singing a silly made up song.
The next time it rains, which they said would be a while, I think I will go outside in my bare feet and sing in the rain. Sounds like a plan.
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