When I was younger, I loved playing outside in the rain with the kids in the neighborhood. The rain there was warm and refreshing. Streams and puddles would form on the street, so we would pretend that we were swimming in a river. Water would pour down from houses' metal roof and that would be our waterfalls. We would shower under the stream, sit in the puddles, and run around until our parents screamed for us to come in. Probably not the cleanest of water, but we were kids and we were dirty. Even now, rain still holds a special place in my heart.