A drop falls, in mid-air frosts, and crashes against the stone floor.
Other drops follow its destiny.
The skies holler deeply, with a most disturbing low-pitched growl.
Gray, everything looks gray and misty.
Trampling feet echo down the street, as fast cars swish past them in motionless speed:
- suspended-
Little soaked feet are clumsily slapping puddles with their heels.
Little feet, little legs, little body, little arms, and an even, round face.
Little legs rushing and little feet pounding on the wet, wet stone.
The little legs stop moving, and rain stops where they do.
A figurine in a puny blue dress and blond curls stands smiling on the porch.
Scurrying feet are heard in the inside, the door opens.
Two big legs, big arms, a big body, and a smiling face are framed against the inside light.
The legs bend, and the two arms wrap around the blue figurine:
-" LOOK, DADDY, IT'S RAINING".
