yes.

When I was a little girl, around three years old, and it would rain hard on our street, I would look out the window and see the little splashes as they hit the street, hundreds at a time.

My mother told me then that the little splashes were fairies, dancing. The rain seemed delightful to me, because even if I couldn't go outside, I could look out the window and watch a marvelous show.

I forgot that for a long time, but remembered it a little while ago, and now, when it rains, I smile,
and settle in with a cup of cocoa, and think of other worlds.