The dark clouds rolled in quickly, and soon the rain began to pour. Most of the little monkeys scampered to safety, huddling under trees and shelters. But not Lyly. With a mischievous grin and sparkling eyes, she darted out into the open, ignoring her mother’s warning calls from the porch.
“Lyly! Don’t play in the rain, you’ll catch a cold!” her mother scolded. But Lyly only giggled, splashing through puddles with her tiny feet, clapping her hands as drops drenched her fur. She twirled, jumped, and even tried to catch the falling rain with her mouth. To her, it wasn’t just water—it was magic falling from the sky.
Her mother sighed, shaking her head. She knew Lyly’s playful spirit too well. For a while, she let her daughter enjoy herself, though she worried about the sniffles that might come later. Lyly, meanwhile, was having the time of her life, rolling on the wet grass and laughing at the way her fur stuck up in funny directions.
But soon, the fun began to lose its charm. The rain grew colder, and Lyly’s little body started to shiver. Her giggles turned into sneezes, and her energetic jumps slowed into sluggish steps. She finally looked back at her mother, who stood waiting with her arms crossed but eyes full of love.
Embarrassed, Lyly dragged herself back, dripping wet and sniffling. Her mother scooped her up immediately, wrapping her in a warm towel. “I told you, silly girl,” she said gently, drying Lyly’s fur. Lyly pouted, her ears drooping, but her mother’s comforting hug soon melted her regret into soft giggles again.
By evening, Lyly was bundled up in a cozy blanket with a warm cup of milk. She had learned her lesson—the rain was fun, but her mother’s care was far warmer. And as she drifted off to sleep, she whispered with a smile, “Next time, I’ll listen to you, Mom.”
