Standing in the rain

Through the window of the sitting room, 6-year old Ruby could see the first droplets of the rain wetting the street. He jumped up and ran downstairs. “oh! My digger!”, he remembered. He climbed the stairs up to level 3 to put on his builder’s hat and bring the so called DinoDigger down to the yard. The thought of rain had pumped extra energy into his muscles. Although the DinoDigger was a bit wider than his chest, the boy managed to put his arms around it, but he couldn’t see the stairs anymore. He tried to lay its bucket on his right shoulder and hang the huge body of Dino on his back, holding each with one hand.

“Well done Ruby the builder! To the rainy muddy building site…”, he strongly went into the role. “and down we go… YuHu!”, he continued the play and ran down the stairs. A current of joy flooded on Ruby when he entered the backyard. The sparkling droplets of rain glowing in the cloudy evening sky and falling down on the greenness of spring grass. The fresh smell of Daffodil and Primrose flew all the way over the grass and touched his nose.

Ruby put DinoDigger down, opened his mouth facing to the sky to drink some drops of this exhilarating shine. His mouth felt spotty cool. Now at his most energy, he took the DinoDigger to the bare corner of the garden turning out muddy. The perfect place for Ruby the builder to burst out his imagination.