"Look! Look, Mom! Come here!"
I hurried to the front door to see what I was supposed to be seeing.
"Look, the sun!" I saw some bright clouds floating by as the rain slowly drizzled down. It has been raining for the last few days.
"Yes, it's bright. But it is still raining a little," I replied.
"No, he's tired."
"Who's tired?" I asked.
"Rain's tired. I want Jesus to make it stop storming."