It's rain season, which is absolutely my least-favorite time of year here. My spirit cannot handle week after week of gray skies and soggy ground and after a certain point I go full-on Ouiser Boudreaux (Steel Magnolias d u h). But while I curse the clouds, the boys celebrate them. To them the rain and fog make the familiar, often mundane world seem sort of strange and exciting.
True to form as soon as they got home and dumped their backpacks, they were outside. Watching from the window I noticed that Aidin kept running over to one spot in the yard, stooping over to carefully arrange something. I went outside to investigate and he reluctantly showed me his secret stash.