There was a little boy who loved the rain. He danced in the drops as they landed on her skin. He skipped rope in the puddles. He stretched his arms out and spun around with an open mouth to let the water tickle his tongue. One day while the boy was twisting and turning underneath the raindrops, a beautiful rainbow lit up his path. He had always heard that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He did not see a pot of gold. She saw light streaks of many colours. Yellow, Blue, Red. While the boy was looking at the colours of the rainbow, it turned into a bridge. He began to walk towards the bridge that was all bright and shiny. He danced across the bridge and disappeared into the red, blue and yellow rays. In that town, you can hear people talk about the little boy who loved the rain. You can also hear them talk about a bridge that leads to heaven. The little boy crossed that bridge, and on a rainy day when the sun peaks through the clouds, you can see and hear him dancing, swirling, grinning, and laughing. You can, just look.