You sat by the window, watching tiny raindrops run down the glass. You traced the path of one of the raindrops, stopping once the tip of your finger hit the window frame. Tearing your gaze away from the window, you looked back at your uncle sitting in a comfy looking chair next to a lamp. He was reading a large book, and you couldn't read what was on the cover.
You stood up, and walked over to your uncle. He looked up from his book, smiling. "Is there anything you need, (First Name)?" You nodded, pointing at the large book in his hands. "What are you reading?"
Arthur looked down at the book. "Oh, this? It's just one of the Harry Potter books. Have you ever heard of Harry Potter? You father told me that these books are popular in America too." You nodded again, moving to climb into Arthur's lap. "Can you read it too me?" You asked him hopefully.
Arthur smiled. "Of course! Do you want me to start at the beginning?" He asked, in which you nodded in response. Arthur bookmarked his page before flipping to the front. After a few minutes of Artur reading to you, your mind started to wonder off. Soon you were remembering your father's birthday party from a few weeks before.
It was night time then, a little bit past your bedtime, and a couple of Alfred's friends were shooting off fireworks in your backyard. It was really warm out, and you could here a lot of crickets. You sat on the back porch, eating a hot dog as you watched the sparkling fireworks in the sky.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Arthur waved him hand in front of your face. Arthur chuckled. "Maybe we could read this book later." He closed it, placing it next to the lamp. A roll of thunder reminded you the weather outside.
"Does it rain a lot here?" You asked Arthur. He thought for a moment before nodding. "Even during the summer?" Arthur nodded again and you were surprised. Back at home in America, it didn't rain as much during the summer. It was usually really hot outside then, and you assumed that it was like that everywhere.
You thought for a while, looking back to the window. The rain was a little heavier than before. You suddenly had an idea. "Can we go for a walk, Arthur?"
The rain pored down from the sky and tapped onto Arthur's green umbrella. You held his hand as you both walked down the sidewalk.
Arthur stepped over a puddle, but you stopped at the edge of it. Your hand fell from his as Arthur kept going. After ten paces or so, Arthur noticed that you weren't walking anymore. He turned around and saw you still standing behind the puddle.
"(First Name)? Why are you all the way over there?" You looked down at the puddle. Arthur then remembered how earlier you thought it was a good idea to come out in the rain wearing flip flops instead of sneakers. Arthur chuckled to himself, walking back over to you. "Just step over it, (First Name)."
You looked back up to your uncle and shook your head. "The puddle's too big! I don't want to get my feet wet!" Arthur sighed at your stubborn attitude. "You can jump over it, I know you can."
You furrowed your brow, looking back at the puddle. You took a couple steps back, braced yourself, and jumped with a slight running start. For a second you thought you were gonna make it for sure, but you jumped one step too less from the puddle. It splashed both yours and Arthur's ankles.
At first you thought Arthur was going to get mad for you getting both of you wet, but you were surprised to see Arthur laughing. You started to giggle as well, jumping in place to splash some more water.
As you started walking again, you jumped in every puddle instead of avoiding it. You remembered doing this with you father, and you both ended up getting sick. But right now you didn't care if you would get sick. You were having too much fun with Arthur.
A few passers gave the two of you a few odd looks for your silliness. One older looking woman smiled brightly at the sight of you splashing. But, sadly, it wasn't long before it was time to go back to Arthur's house. On the way back you splashed in some more puddles, barely noticing that the rain started to light up.
A few rays made it's way through the clouds as Arthur opened the door to his house. In less than half an hour, sunlight was poring in through the windows. You were a little sad to see the rain go, but was happy that the sun was back.