She sits in the doorway gazing at the summer rain, seeing, hearing, smelling it for the first time. Her eyes sparkle like the falling drops of water that bounce and splash on the front porch. What are these little balls of movement? Why do they vanish instead of run away? She wants to explore, to go out there… but she’s not sure. And then the thunder! The mighty booming in the sky! Where does that terrible monstrous noise come from? She wants to go out but she’s too small, too young. Momma knows best. Momma is inside. That’s where she’ll stay, safe inside. But her eyes still sparkle like the falling drops of water.

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