Paper Boats-
Eventually the rain drops on the window stopped falling and he could see the sun peeping out of the clouds.
Perched on his chair with his nose pressed up against the glass, he turned to his Father.
“I did it Dad, I counted to 10 and there were no rain drops on the window”
His Father raised his gaze from the paper boats he was making, knowing the task waited for this moment.
“Well let’s get our boots on”
The smell of wet grass filled the boys nose and the rays of sun warmed his face.
“Clouds are coming in from the north little man, this will be a quick race”
The boy eyed off the paper boats on the ground, studying for the winner. “That one!” He pointed to the chosen one as his Father picked it up and marked it with his pen.
The boy leant down to the stream, holding the boat over the water as he watched his Father in anticipation.
“GO!”
They both let go of their boats at the same time and the race was on!
This was the Fathers favourite moment of rainy days, seeing the excitement and joy a simple piece of paper and a storm could bring to his son.
Original words by
Samantha Cox
