rain

I watch as the rain makes beads that run down the window. I love rain, the way it drums on the roof and soft feeling of it.
The problem is we aren't allowed outside because my friend Brittney has just gotten over a cold z. We watch the rain thump down and eagerly stare at the window.
"Please mom"
"No"
"Please mom"
"No"
"Please mom"
"Fine"
We smile like we had just won the lottery and run outside without even putting our rain gear on. We start to run around and throw worms and leaves at each other. The clothes cling to our wet bodies as we run around and play. Eventually the rain slows to a stop we just sit there looking at the clearing sky.