when it rains, plato the little tan dog sits up on the back of the big green sofa and looks out the big front window. he watches the fat water drops fall on the glass and the puddles for on the street. he counts the cars that go by, notes how big a splash they make. in the summer kids go out in the rain and play. plato wishes he could go outside and play with them. he loves being outside, even in the rain, but his human people don't like the way he smells when he is all wet.