The sky was gray, the rain was falling in steady drops, and the ground was soggy with puddles. It was the kind of weather that made most animals—and humans—want to curl up inside with a warm blanket. But not Monkey Lyly.
Nope. On this rainy afternoon, Lyly was determined to go outside.
Her mother watched in disbelief as Lyly paced by the door, pointing and squeaking with purpose. “Lyly, it’s raining,” she said, gently trying to distract her with snacks and toys. But Lyly wasn’t having it. She marched to the window, tapped on the glass, then gave her mom a dramatic stare that clearly said: Let. Me. Out.
“Why on earth do you want to go outside now of all times?” her mom muttered, completely confused.
Lyly continued her protest. She grabbed her little raincoat (backwards, of course), shoved her arms through the sleeves, and even brought over her tiny boots. She plopped down at the door, arms crossed, waiting like a grumpy old man until her mom gave in.
Finally, with a shrug and a towel in hand, her mom opened the door. “Alright, but don’t come crying when you’re cold and wet.”
Lyly dashed into the yard with pure joy, hopping through puddles like they were treasure. She spun in circles, splashed water everywhere, and even lay down on her back, staring at the raindrops falling from the sky.
Her mom stood under the porch, towel in hand, watching her little monkey live her best life in the storm. “You’re unbelievable,” she chuckled. “You act like the rain is fun!”
And to Lyly—it was.
After twenty minutes of soaked fun and laughter, Lyly came back, dripping but smiling, and let her mom wrap her up in a big warm towel.
Sometimes, even when the world looks gloomy, all it takes is a little monkey like Lyly to remind us that joy can still be found—in the middle of the rain. ☔🐒💦
