|Once upon a time, a little boy named Asher discovered the rain. |
Pouring off the roof. It amazed him.
|He stayed at that window for as long as he was allowed.|
And then, something magical happened.
His momma took him outside to play.
|After a few minutes of feeling the water with his hands, Asher|
bound out onto the patio, toddling in the rain.
|He didn't mind that he was getting soaked. In fact, he loved it.|
Asher signed 'more, more' again and again. Running down to the grass.
Smiling, squealing. Splashing around.
|Seeing a new area full of puddles, Asher darted to the front yard.|
He stomped in the water. Then realized, "There are rocks in this water!"
|So, he sat down and played with them.|
Until his momma became nervous that he was sitting under a tree.
In a puddle. And there was thunder.
|Back inside Asher came. Covered in water and dirt. And happy as can be.|