My boys are drawn to the rain and water. Maybe it’s their Irish blood? As soon as the heavens open up they ask to go out. I don’t remember them liking the rain so much back home in Ireland, in fact it’s one of the reasons we left, it was pissing rain all the time!
There was a lot of rain here in Australia a couple of years ago, after 10 years of a drought. Our garden flooded and stayed water-logged for weeks. Boys broke out their wellies and set to work making the muddy garden muddier, splashing everything in reach, and generally having a good old-time.
I went through a lot of laundry, but I wouldn’t change a second of it. Memories to keep forever.