“Rain, rain, rain!” called Robin Redbreast.  “I wish it would rain.”

“I think it will rain,” said Mr. Green Frog.  “And I think it will rain to-day.”

[Illustration:  “I think it will rain to-day.”]

Mrs. Duck let the little ducks play in the muddy brook.

They pushed their flat bills into the mud to find something to eat.

Their little yellow feet were black with mud, but they liked it.

Mr. Sun looked down and smiled at them.  He smiled his brightest smile.

Then a cloud came and hid the sun.

A gentle wind began to blow over the tall grass in the field.

“Bow your heads!” the wind said to the flowers and grass.

Then the wind puffed out its cheeks and blew harder.

It rushed along to the woods.

“Bow your heads!” it said to the pine trees and the oak trees.

They bowed their heads and waved their branches to and fro.

The wind blew harder, and the clouds sailed faster and faster across the sky.

“It is going to rain,” said Mrs. Duck.

“Yes,” called Robin Redbreast.  “It is going to rain.  I know it is.  I must fly to the woods until the shower is over.

“Come, little ducks,” said their mother.

“We must so back to the barn until the shower is over.  I think the wind will blow very hard, and I do not like the wind.”

So the robin flew to the woods, and the ducks went back to the barn.

Sammy Red Squirrel saw the shower coming, and he scampered home as fast as he could go.

Billy and Bobtail were playing in their yard, when the wind rushed by and called to them.

“Run in, little rabbits,” said the wind.  “I am bringing a shower.  Run in or you will get your fur coats wet.”

So Billy and Bobtail hopped into the house and curled up to take a nap until the shower was over.

II

The wind puffed out his cheeks and blew harder and harder.

The clouds sailed across the sky faster and faster.

It was almost as dark as night.

And Bunny slept on, under the big oak tree.

Patter, patter, patter! the rain drops fell on the oak leaves.

Easter and faster they fell.  In a few minutes the leaves were wet.

Then the water began to fall down on the ground at the foot of the tree.

One great big drop fell on Bunny’s nose.  Then another fell on his ear.

He waked up with a start.

“What is the matter?” he said.  “What is the matter?”

He opened his eyes wide and then he knew what was the matter.

“Oh, dear me!” he said to himself.  “Robin Redbreast has her wish at last.  It is raining hard.”

Faster and faster the rain drops fell from the black clouds.

The ground was soon wet under the oak tree.