The first day of September was cloudy, and it was surely going to rain. At least, I said so to Alice. I wasn't so sure myself. She, of course, was fascinated by the perspective; she had never seen water fall from the sky. I don't know how it works on her planet but certainly not like this.
I wondered how she imagined it. As far as I know, she might have been completely wrong, imagining it like a waterfall or as though somebody turned a bucket in the sky right above her head. Only after thinking it over for several hours I finally came up with an analogy. "It is like a shower from the sky," I said. She was even more intrigued than before, and we weren't able to do anything on that day but for looking in the sky expectantly. I silently prayed that it rained soon. Even I wasn't that patient.
Alice, of course, wasn't troubled by doing nothing. She might do it all day long, and when I asked her how she did it, she wasn't able to fully understand the question. She told me that all the clouds were different and she couldn't even fully examine one of them until it went out of her view; that even without clouds there were so many interesting things around that she didn't have time to be bored; that she was with me and I was interesting too. I swore under my breath; I wasn't able to say the same about her, or about the sky, or about the world around me in general. It was not her fault, so I gave her a lopsided smile and continued answering her questions.
The first raindrop fell onto her head so she wasn't able to see it. I didn't hide my sigh of relief and she turned her head to me quizzically. Her puzzlement changed to surprise rather soon, and then she was hopping and shouting something nonsensical, trying to catch all the drops of rain and even taste them with her tongue. I retreated under the roof nearby, feeling unusually relaxed and even pleased.
I told her before that once it started to rain, it didn't stop for a while in our area, and that rains bring cold weather and wind with them. Even though she knew it all, she was still disappointed by the fact that she had to wait for a couple of days until I had enough time to buy her new autumn clothes after work. Of course, she had her own, and surely, they were way too warm even for the coldest autumn. The spark of delight drowned in the swamp of mundane, but I knew that it always came to life sooner than later. With Alice, nothing might be dull for long.