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Plip... Plap... Plop...
It wasn't heavy, but it certainly wouldn't leave you dry. The rain had been persistent for a while now, sure it was good for the crops but it ruined any plans that you had for the day. Well, it initially did.
That same morning his little girl had been ranting, complaining even, about how gloomy the sky had been. And a moany five year old didn't make it any better.
«Is the sky really in the gutter?»
He interrupted her rambling, a simple question did wonders during these times.
«Yes.» So sure of it, she said, that her little pout was to be expected.
«And why would you think that?»
«Because-because it's raining!»
Every single time, when the ground was tick tacked with the insignificant droplets, she'd be too upset about it, but by this time she should have known what the response was.
The cowboy's voice low, understanding, the same way he'd been talked to growing up. He listened to her, which was all one could ask. «Hey, Twinkle, tell me : what's the rain good for?»
Silence loomed over as the seconds were spent in thought. She knew well the things repeated about it. «Drinking, cleaning, animals,» she listed, tiny energetic voice hummed between pauses. «Crops.»
«What else...?»
«Uhm...»
Soon they were outside, the soggy ground a melodious tune as they spun above it. Falling was in the mix too, but he was always there to catch her, or his hat that was colossal in comparison to her head. Rather have a dry kid than a soggy one.
Pushing him into a puddle, she snorted and giggled. There was no way in the universe that child her size could topple over the giant he was, but to amuse her he did. A splat of mud going everywhere, those jeans would be needing a good scrubbing, but that was for later. Anything to see his shining star smile.
«What's the rain good for twinkle?» He'd ask once again.
«Fun!»