Kyo Maclear - Hello, Rain!

For Mika and Yoshi
(with special thanks to Victoria, Jackie, Chris, and Sara) KMFor Matthew CTText copyright 2021 by Kyo Maclear.
Illustrations copyright 2021 by Chris Turnham.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher.Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication DataNames: Maclear, Kyo, 1970- author. | Turnham, Chris, 1966- illustrator. Title: Hello rain / by Kyo Maclear; illustrated by Chris Turnham. Description: San Francisco : Chronicle Books, [2021] | Audience: Ages 3-5. | Summary: A young girl experiences a rain storm from seeing the storm roll in, to splashing in the puddles, and then finally watching the sun coming back out.

Identifiers: LCCN 2020027360 | ISBN 9781452138190 (hardcover). Subjects: CYAC: Rain and rainfallFiction. Classification: LCC PZ7.M2246 He 2021 | DDC [E]dc23. LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020027360ISBN 978-1-4521-3819-0 (hc), 978-1-4521-4341-5 (epub), 978-1-4521-4343-9 (epub3), 978-1-4521-4342-2 (Kindle)Design by Sara Gillingham Studio.
Typeset in Brandon and Futura BT.
The illustrations in this book were rendered digitally.Chronicle Books LLC
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Become part of our community at www.chroniclekids.com .The air is full of waiting.The sky is full of breeze.The trees gust and billow.All before it rains.Rumble, rumble.Distant thunder.Rain is coming, rain is coming.Plink, plunk, plonkon the rooftop.Drip drop, metal mailbox ping.Every rainfall plays a different tune.Listen. Listen.Rain. Rain.

Rain.Old raincoat, rubber boots, big umbrella, best umbrella:green, orange, yellow, blue.Lets go outside!On the streets, umbrellas bloom.Around us, a game of HURRY.Dash, dart.Skitter, scatter.But, why hurry when the sky is an adventure?Deluge, downpour, sprinkle, storm, a drizzle, a mizzle.So many words for rain!Long thin threads. Tiny parachutes. Buckets at a time.Out of many dropsOne.Big Puddle! Curbside waterfall.Downhill swoosh.Out of many dropsOne. Rushing.River.Lets launch the fleet!Drippy leaf, slippy rock.Here is an earthworm, a sticky snail.Here is a seedling.Even when it pours the frogs dont hurryor hide.foxglove, poppy, Hyacinth, yarrow.Down in the dirt, the thirsty roots are drinking.Cool rain. Fresh rain.A barrel to catch the drops for later.So we can have: pink roses, frilly peonies, tangles of vine.Bursting peapods, bright carrots, leafy radishes.Plums in the fridge, sweet and cold.One for you, one for me.In a quiet spot, a single drop of rain touches five timesa branch, a leaf, an apple, a rock, a blade of grassbefore reaching the ground.We crouch under a tree and whisper-talk until... Crack! Flash! Inside. Wet socks.

Drippy pants.Shake-shake-shake of rain-drenched fur.Inside. Dry and warm. Rain trickle flows against the window. Mini rivers, droplets joining, moving down, down, side to side.Wanna play a board game?Wanna read a book?Wanna build a fort?Naps and secrets are both betterwhen it rains.I wonder how the rain decides how and when to be?I wonder how it decides when toplonk... plunk... stop?The ground is glistening green.Can you smell the grassy sweetness?