Lillian believes that rain is something created simply to bring her delight. If her grand father would allow it, she’d be out in the rain and cold all day, running and shouting and singing (she finds his careful scientific explanations of the effects of lightning strikes on two-year old girls to be less than convincing). When walking through wet parking lots, she jumps in every puddle she passes to test it for effectiveness — sometimes other passers-by are in too close proximity to be completely charmed by this.
The fact is, she likes being outside: when the cold north wind blows in winter, she points her face to the wind and laughs; when it’s hot and humid in the summer, she lies in the grass and sings. When flowers bloom in the spring, she plucks their petals; when leaves fall in the autumn, she squats on the ground to study them. She’s happy to chase or be chased by dogs or aunts or cousins; and she’s always up for half an hour of swinging.
She is a joy.