I love the rain. I love the smell and the sound and everything about it. I especially love it in the spring/summer. Last Saturday one of my friends and I ran down the street, barefoot in the rain, to jump in puddles. Puddles up to our knees. It was awesome. Maybe when we got back to her house her brother told us we were acting like little kids.
In Sunday School yesterday we were playing MASH (I mean, paying close attention to the teacher and offering insightful comments). Maybe the person next to us told us we need to grow up.
If growing up means I can't do those two things then I want no part in it.