Perhaps you had an upbringing that was unstructured enough to allow for certain freedoms. When you awoke to the sound of rain dancing on the roof, you began to dance yourself. Your performance required no rehearsal, as it had been done time and time again. Reaching back into the coat closet, you found your beloved rain boots and raincoat and no, they were not too small like they would be for most. Unlike most kids, they were not hand-me-downs. Your rain boots fit just as well as your new school shoes. And when you finished putting your raincoat on, on the way to the backdoor, you could barely contain yourself. The only objection your mom would shout was, "Hey, put your hood up!" Out the door you flew and the choreography began, with the birds as your chorus. Spinning and stomping, dancing and and laughing. You looked up with a great big smile that eagerly caught drop after drop. Little eyes peered out of neighboring windows, wishing they too were granted such a great freedom.
Then one day, there were no rain boots at the back of a closet. There were no requests for a new rain coat. Rainy day dances turned into rainy day doldrums. When you were asked to put the garbage out in the rain and you finally did, you looked down so not to get a drop on your face. You grew up.
Addie and Ella would like to say, let your little one go out for some rainy play. It may seem like a big deal to you, but it is an even bigger deal to the one holding rain boots. Freedoms like these create lasting memories. The ones we could only be so lucky to have, to travel to on a rainy day.