The rain was coming down in buckets. My sister and I asked mom if we could put on our bathing suits and go out in it. She, checking the sky for lightening, said yes.
We tore out into the front yard where the water was collecting in our dainage ditch. It was shallow and grass lined. And we, laughing used the grass as a slide. In and out of the water we went. Wet from above and wet from below. We screamed our joy at the rain. We splashed each other and swam in the slow moving ditch as children will til we tired of it. Eventually we came in and when in the house mom said 'now you need a bath' at which we howled our displeasure. What made one a joy and the other a curse?