The soft patter of rain danced on the rooftop, filling the air with a gentle rhythm. Outside, the yard glistened as droplets slid from the leaves, turning the world into a shimmering wonderland. Little Yuri, with eyes wide and curious, peeked out from under the porch where Mom sat, watching the rain fall.
At first, Yuri hesitated. The ground was wet, the air cool, and the raindrops felt strange against her tiny fur. But Mom’s playful smile and gentle hand reached out, inviting her to join. Slowly, Yuri stepped forward, tiny feet splashing in the shallow puddles.
Mom swayed from side to side, encouraging her baby to mimic her movements. Soon, laughter filled the air—soft chattering from Mom and joyful squeals from Yuri. The rain no longer felt cold; it was a new game, a shared secret between mother and child.
They chased each other across the porch, occasionally stepping out into the drizzle, just enough for the drops to tickle their faces. Mom would pretend to hide behind a post, only to jump out and scoop Yuri up, spinning her in a warm embrace. Yuri’s little hands patted Mom’s cheeks, her eyes sparkling with pure happiness.
Every now and then, they’d pause to watch the rain create tiny rivers along the path, leaves floating like little boats. Mom pointed at the ripples, and Yuri leaned closer, fascinated by the moving water.
The rest of the world might have seen it as just another rainy day, but for Yuri, it was magic. Safe in Mom’s presence, the rain became something to treasure—a soft lullaby, a playful splash, and the warmth of unconditional love.
By the time the rain slowed, Yuri was tired but smiling, resting in Mom’s arms as they listened to the last few drops fall. It was a memory that would stay in her little heart forever.
