I remember running and playing in the rain. Jumping on the trampoline in a down pour. Those are great memories. It felt like we were breaking the rules for some reason. That we were doing something we weren't supposed to do, but our parents were fine with it. I want those memories for my kids.
This afternoon, we could see a storm blowing in. It brought a lot of rain...a lot! Toward the end of it, I suggested that my kids go out and run in it. They acted shocked but were more than willing. My youngest was more unsure and I walked him out there. A few huge puddles had formed in our back yard. Perfect for jumping!