There's nothing great to do outside on a 92 degree day with 90 percent humidity unless you have a swimming pool. We don't . When you walk out the door you feel as though your chest might collapse, so the kids and I were trying to make the best of it. I was doing some organizing and the kids were drawing at the table when we heard the sound of rain.
In a flash a flash of inspiration, I made my way to the bedroom.
"Go put on your swimsuit quickly if you want to play in the rain," I called out as I rushed to change. My 11 year old gave me a befuddled look as his two younger siblings dashed to their rooms to change. The rain was cool and felt good to my soul. We laughed at cars passing by and splashed each other in the puddles. Then my four year old grabbed the umbrella and started to sing loudly and slightly off-key.
"Mom, that was epic," said my youngest boy as we were inside drying off.
I smiled at my 11 year old who was shaking his head.
"You guys are crazy," he said.
"I know," I replied.
Our kids grow up in a blink of an eye.
My best advice, dance in the rain before it's too late.
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