We ran instead of walking.
We danced. We laughed. We didn’t use our quiet voices.
We ran out into the rain instead of away from it.
We aimed for the puddles. And made giant splashes.
We stood out in the rain instead of under the familiar cover of shelter.
We got wet. And dripped water all over the floor.
We left a faint trail in our wake. Of water. And laughter.
We smiled brightly when we got to class.
Remembering our mischief of moments before.
Knowing it would be our little secret.
Just between us.