Once upon a time, in a small town filled with cobblestone streets and colorful houses, there lived a little boy named John. He was no ordinary boy. You see, John loved the rain. While other children stayed inside, warm and cozy when it rained, John could not resist the pull of the puddles.
John had a pair of great big waterproof boots, as yellow as the sun itself. He would pull them on with a big grin on his face, excited for the adventures to come. The boots were magical; they could jump over the biggest puddles without a single drop of water getting in!
Next, John had a great big waterproof hat, as blue as the clearest sky. He would place it on his head, covering his mop of curly hair. The hat had a secret power: it could make him invisible when he stood perfectly still under the pouring rain.
John also had a great big waterproof mackintosh, bright as a rainbow after a storm. It was a special coat that kept him dry no matter how much it poured. But this was no ordinary coat, it could stretch out and turn into a rain-sheltering tent, big enough for him and all his friends.
And so, armed with his special gear, John would step out into the rain, the sound of pitter-patter setting his heart racing. He would splash in the puddles, making waves that looked like tiny oceans. His boots would keep his feet dry and warm, even as they caused ripples in the water.
Under the pouring rain, he would become invisible and watch as the town transformed into a sparkling wonderland, each raindrop reflecting a million colors. It was his secret world, unseen and untouched by anyone else.
Whenever it poured harder, John would stretch out his mackintosh, turning it into a rainbow canopy. His friends, seeing the magical tent, would rush out of their homes, joining him in their rainwear. At the end of the day, when the rain had drained itself out and a rainbow hung high in the sky, John would pack away his special gear. With a satisfied smile on his face, he would declare, “And that, my friends, is that.”