Rain

It was raining cats and dogs. Mom suggested that we go to the roof. Dad readily agreed. Like me, he loves the rain. Dad is a magician. He can create rain inside the bathroom. There's a small knob. He touches that and rain strays pouring from the ceiling. I love the little rain. He does that only on very hot days. As the rain drops strike me like little missiles, I try to strike down each one of those causing a tingling. That day as we were on the roof the whole sky became the ceiling of our bathroom. It was so much fun. In the picture it is me trying to fight the rain drops as they strike me. We enjoyed a lot that day on the roof in the rain.