Monday, November 10, 2008

when the rain comes

When the rain comes it is a time of great jubilation on tummy mountain. Puddles come back to life, all ready to be jumped in. Mud gains those special curative properties enhanced by being flung about. Windows steam up all ready for new drawings to be smeared into them by little fingers.

For the small one though it is a time of quiet introspection with an umbrella.


hilary said...

i suddenly feel a need to find some rain boots.

and rain.

TummyMountain said...

the little ones have been collecting some rain for you Hilary. I am not sure what they are going to do with it, or how it will get to you, but you nearly have half a bucket now!