It rained heavily that afternoon, wetting the yard and the small street in front of my house. I pressed my face against the window, watching the drops of water fall and form a puddle on the ground. Outside, the air feels cool, and the smell of wet soil makes me want to go out even more. I know Mom might forbid it, but the temptation to play rain is too big to ignore.

Without thinking twice, I ran out laughing. The rain immediately wet my body, making my clothes stick to the skin. I spread my arms out, feeling the coldness of the rainwater touching my palm. Not long after, my friend, Dika, ran out of her house. We stared at each other excitedly, then started running around in the yard like a small bird that had just been freed from a cage.

We jumped into a puddle, creating a huge splash that hit our legs and clothes. The cold water actually makes us more excited. We kicked the puddles towards each other, as if we were playing a water war. Every time water splashes on my face, I laugh harder. There is nothing more fun than playing in the rain with friends.

When the rain began to subside, we lay on the still wet grass, looking at the gray sky that slowly brightened. We are still out of breath after running and jumping earlier. I felt a simple happiness that could not be explained, as if the world belonged only to the two of us at that time.

When our mother's voice began to call from inside the house, we looked at each other with the same expression—reluctance to end this pleasure. However, we know that whenever it rains again, this little adventure can be repeated. With a heavy heart, I ran into the house, leaving wet footprints on the floor, hoping that the rain would soon come again.