One day something happened that Willie would never forget.
It had rained again.  That morning, Willie decided he would discover what caused the flooding once and for all.  “Vamonos!”  He told Rudy.  “Adventure!”
The night before, the drums in his head wouldn’t stop.  
Why?Where?What?When?   Why?Why?Why?
He just had to know where the flooding began.
His mother let him go.  Once Willie started on something there was no stopping him.  They took some tacos and a rope just in case they found something interesting to bring home.  

Excerpt from The boy made of lightning@2012