A little boy ran down the hall of his preschool toward his mother who was there early to pick him up. He giggled as he swerved left and right through the hallway. He dodged back and forth, pin-balling from one wall to the next.
"Try and catch me mom!" he said, as he curled around her legs just out of her reach.
He grabbed her leg and gripped on tightly, trying to hitch a ride. She pulled a bundle of papers that were taped to the back of his shirt as she tried to pry the youngster from her legs.
"Stop tickling me Mom!" he said.
He gave up and shrugged, reaching for his mother's hand.
They held hands and walked through the double doors of the small preschool center. The boy talked about who he played with, what he played with and then reminded his mother that his teacher had red hair. The boy stumbled and skipped through the parking lot towards his mom's car. He found a puddle but just before jumping in, his mother pulled him away. He looked up at the sky and questioned the gray clouds.
"It rained mom, look!" he said.
"Yes, and it's going to rain more, so we better hurry!" his mother said.
They both raced toward the car. The boy hopped up and down waiting for his mother to open the car door for him. As she did, he jumped in and buckled his seat belt. He pulled his "Letter I" book from the seat next to him and leaned back. He stared at the pictures, focusing on the different "I" words. Igloo... Ice-cream...
Raindrops began trickling on the hood of the car. They could hear thunder in the distance. The boy looked out his window and watched the rain quickly slide down his window, creating a mesmerizing maze. The boy's eyes fluttered as he stared at the trickling rain. He finally allowed his eyes to close and his long lashes rested on his chubby cheeks.