Rainy day

Today the rain came down like a million tiny rockets falling from the sky. Everyone was running with umbrellas, trying to hide, but I didn’t want to hide. I wanted to feel the rain splash on my face, like I was flying through space with my robots and rockets.

I jumped on my skateboard, and the wet streets turned into shiny rivers. When I rolled fast, it felt like surfing on the ocean, but also like zooming across the stars. The puddles were planets, and every splash was a rocket launch. My shoes got soaked, but I didn’t care—because astronauts don’t worry about wet socks when they’re exploring new worlds.

The rain made everything louder and brighter. My robot friend (the one I imagine in my head) was cheering me on, saying, “Go faster, Max! The rocket is ready!” And I laughed so hard, because the rain was clapping with me.

Rainy days aren’t gray to me. They’re shiny, sparkly, and full of adventures. When I ride my board in the rain, I’m not just a kid—I’m a pilot, a surfer, and a rocket captain all at once.