It was raining outside.
"Boring," said Pip. "There's nothing to do."
But then she looked out of the window and really looked.
The rain was making tiny rivers in the path. It was making the roses nod their heads. It was filling up the bird bath — and a robin had come to drink!
The worms were coming out to dance in the puddles. The smell of the wet earth was warm and wonderful.
Pip pressed her nose to the glass.
Rain wasn't boring at all. Rain was making the whole world come alive.
"Can I go out?" she asked.
And this time, she didn't mind getting wet one bit.