After the rain stopped, Sam saw puddles all the way down the path.
Splash! The first one was small. Splash! The second one was bigger. SPLASH! The third one was enormous!
Sam followed the puddles past the gate, past the bush, and past the big oak tree.
At the very end of the path was the most wonderful thing — a tiny stream rushing over the pebbles, singing as it went.
Sam sat down and listened.
The puddles had led somewhere magical after all.