My hands get wet when I splash in the puddles after the rain.
The cold water tickles my fingers and makes little drops jump everywhere.
I wiggle my toes in my boots and watch the ripples spread across the puddles.
Sometimes, I catch raindrops in my palms and giggle at the tiny waterfalls.
The wet hands don’t bother me because I’m having so much fun playing outside.
Mom calls me in when my fingers start to feel chilly and wrinkly.
I dry my hands with a warm towel and smile, ready for the next adventure.
Getting my hands wet is part of the best kind of play on rainy days.