“Rain is coming.”
That is what my mom said. I got all excited. Oh boy, rain is coming! I can’t wait. I’ve never seen rain before, at least not that I can remember. Will I like rain? Will he rub my head and bring me treats to eat?
Yesterday our friend Jennifer came. She is nice, and I was glad to see her. I jumped up and whined and waited until she got in the door to say “Hello” to me. I was glad that she came to our house.
And now rain is coming. But, who is rain? I don’t know.
Or, maybe rain isn’t a ‘who.’ Maybe it is a ‘what.’ In that case, what is rain? Is it a new toy? Oh boy, I love toys. I love to chew them, and carry them around with me. I particularly like the ones that make noise, like the squeaky chicken. Mom thought that I would have ripped that chicken to pieces by now, but no, why would I do that? It is much more fun to make it squeak! Squeak, squeak, squeak! Such a nice sound.
I bet that rain is going to be a toy for me to play with outside. My dad keeps saying that “rain is coming” and looking in the backyard. Maybe it’ll be like this nice plastic bucket-thing that I found in the yard. I carried this around for a long time, running with it, chewing on it, playing ‘keep-away’ with my people.
I hope that rain is something that I can chew. I’m getting tired of the plastic things, or the slippers and socks, and even the wallpaper. I need a new experience. I need rain.
Oooo, rain is coming. The pretty lady on the weather forecast said that it, or he, will be here tonight. I’m so excited. Are you?