Two Points of View

I hate the rain.  It’s cold and sad.  I’m getting soaked, stuck in this stupid rain, and it’s all her fault.  Look at her!  She doesn’t even care how miserable I am.  If she would have listened to me we would be riding the bus home instead of walking.
Oh how I love the rain.  I love jumping in the puddles and making the water splash, it’s so much fun.  I’m sorry big brother, but mom says you have to stay with me no matter what.  I know you wanted to ride the bus but I wanted to play in the rain instead of riding in that big old stinky bus.  I wish you could have as much fun as I do in the rain.  Oh look, here comes another puddle.