"Daddy, daddy, look it's raining!" she cried, tugging on his arm.
Her father looked up and out the window. "It sure is," he said with a smile.
"Let's go run in it!" she begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
He laughed as he gently ruffled her hair. "Not me, it's too cold and wet. You can go if you want though," he told her before turning back to the stove.
The girl let out a sigh of disappointment but perked up a moment later as she cried, "I'll go ask, momma!"
She ran to her parent's room and burst through the door, already talking a mile a minute. "Momma, let's go run through the rain!" she said, bouncing up and down.
