It’s a dreary, rainy day on the last day of our lake visit. My daughters climb into the boat. My youngest giggles: “It’s raining, Mom! It’s water above us and below us! The water is everywhere!” The boat speeds up.
“Mom, stick your hand out of the boat. The waves will give you a high-five.” I stick my hand out into the wave the boat makes, and sure enough, I’m slapped right back with a wet high-five. She thinks of the water as having hands. And with those hands it celebrates with high-fives.
Who cares if it’s raining?