It’s November. The trees shiver. The birds shake. And my red rain boots haven’t splashed in a single puddle.
So where’s the rain?
He’s a young boy with a handsome new pair of boots. Only there are no puddles to squish in, there’s no rain to run in – just the threatening promise of a gray November sky. Despite his disappointment, the boy sees, smells, hears and senses the fall season in every evocative, beautifully imagined detail of his search. When the rain finally comes, tapping out its invitation, the little boy is home, his red boots toppling over by the radiator in anticipation of tomorrow’s watery adventures.