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When I was a kid, five or six years old, I asked Mom why rain splashes when it hits a puddle instead of just slipping in. She told me it was the water sprites that lived inside the raindrops coming out to dance.

Today, The Boy and I were driving back from his parents' house through one of the midwestern storms that make me feel incredibly small. I looked out the window of the car, watching the rain splash down into the running water in the gutter, and realized that I still believe her.