It was a rainy day. Jonathan Matthew pulled on his high, black boots. He tied on his yellow rain cap. Then he put on his shiny yellow raincoat.

“Are you going on an adventure?” Mother asked.

“Yes,” said Jonathan Matthew as he went out the back door. “Maybe I’ll bring you something back.”

Jonathan Matthew stood quietly in the rain. He looked all around. The tall wooden fence, the trees, and the house all looked wet and shiny. He sniffed. The air smelled wet and shiny, too.

Jonathan Matthew looked up at the gray sky. Big raindrops spattered his face. One raindrop plopped into his eye.

More raindrops fell on Jonathan Matthew’s yellow cap. Tip tap. Tip tap. Tip tap.

He heard cars go down the next street. Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh, sang the car tires on the wet pavement.

Jonathan Matthew walked through a muddy puddle. Squish squash. Squish squash. Squish squash went his high, black boots.

He looked into the puddle. He could see the tall treetops reflected in the water. But there was something at the bottom of the puddle. Jonathan Matthew reached down and picked it up. It felt cold and slippery in his hand. Carefully he put it into the pocket of his shiny raincoat.

When Jonathan Matthew went into the house his mother said, “Did you get wet, Jonathan Matthew?”

“My high, black boots got wet. My yellow rain cap and raincoat got wet. And my face got wet,” said Jonathan Matthew. “But that’s all.”

“What did you do outside?” asked Mother.

“I watched the rain. I listened to the rain. I smelled the rain, and I felt the rain,” answered Jonathan Matthew. “And I found you a present.”

“How nice,” said Mother.

Jonathan Matthew put his hand into his pocket. He pulled out his fist and dropped something into Mother’s hand.

“Eeeeeek!” cried Mother.

A slimy, slippery worm wiggled in Mother’s hand.

Jonathan Matthew smiled.