In our childhood, all of us loved the rain, so whenever a dark cloud rolled in, we ran out to the garden to play. When it starts to rain, our garden turns into a little water park, with tiny puddles everywhere and a small stream running through it.
One day, when it started to rain, we came out with our paper boats to make a race. We started to send our boats in a big puddle. Our boats floated, swayed, and sometimes sank, but we didn’t care about it.
However, the game quickly became a mess, as my older brother jumped into a puddle and splashed water. We forgot about our game of paper boat race and quickly jumped into that puddle one by one. It was an exciting moment as some came out and jumped once again. When we saw the mud flying in all directions, we were happy. And also, we became the same color as the mud. "Hey," my younger siblings yelled, pretending to be angry. However, everyone was happy when our bodies were painted with mud. It was such a happy time.
My youngest sister shouted, "Here I am, a frog," floating here and there in the mud. Then my little brother burst out laughing, “Then, I am a crocodile,” he roared and crawled to her side. It was a thrilling moment as we all soaked in rain and hopped on the mud.
Our parents were smiling as they watched us from the porch. I recall my dad saying, “Let them play; they can gain much experience.” Our parents allowed us full freedom and never prevented us from playing in adventures.
But our concentration broke when our second brother slipped and landed in a deep puddle, making the noise “SPLASH.” His boat also flew into the mud with him. That made him thrilled, and he laughed loudly as he dragged us into that deep puddle. We were all covered with mud; nobody could identify who was this or that. Suddenly, one of my siblings threw a large lump of mud on our side, “Oh! All the mud is in my mouth, I cried, wiping my face. With a loud smile, he responded, “Now you are a real crocodile.”. Later he looked for worms crawling in the mud and built a "worm army" to defend our boats. However, the rain suddenly ceased, and our happiness vanished. Since there was no more happiness, we headed inside.
As soon as we went inside, my elder brother screamed, “See, we look like monsters.”. As we gazed into the mirror, we noticed that our faces were brown, our clothes were soaked with water, and our hair stuck out on every side. We were pleased to see ourselves in that fashion.
"That is why we clean up after playing," our mother said, giving us soap and towels. That day we learned two things: mud is fun, but cleaning up is just as important.