It's been blessedly cool in Arizona the past few weeks. Yesterday, it rained and poured at our house and Big Boy finally got the chance to use the rainboots grandma got him when she was on vacation.
My mom was here having dinner with us when the rain started, and Big Boy got very excited. He'd been dilly dallying about eating his dinner and when he saw the rain he ran out to the car to get his rainboots (he's been wearing them here and there despite the constant sunshine), and then got his umbrella from the garage. Then he ran out the front door and into the rain.
He stood on the front patio, ran down into the grass, and then tipped his umbrella down while he looked up at the sky. He ran back onto the patio, back to the grass, and back to the patio, and then stood looking at the rain for a while. Then he put his umbrella on the front porch and was ready to come inside.
He was totally soaked. But he was happy.
And now that he's finally used his rainboots, they're finally resting, on the floor of the hallway where he took them off after his little jaunt, before finally eating the rest of his dinner. Rain made him ravenous.
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