My child came home from school tense and unhappy — just one of those evenings when tired eyes and grey clouds meet — so we went out into the rain.
We flicked raindrops from purple grasses.
We saw the fields sparkle.
We used buttercups to tell us if we like butter.
We found seedheads that can be fired high into the air.
We hunted for four-leaved clovers.
We watched dogs bound through the long grass.
We told the time by blowing dandelion seeds.
It was good.