When my daughter Lizzy, was little, one of our favorite books to read was "Listen to the Rain" by Bill Martin Jr. and John Archambault. The beautiful words and illustrations carried us through many afternoon rains.
Listen to the rain,
the whisper of the rain,
the slow soft sprinkle,
the drip-drop tinkle,
the first wet whisper of the rain.
I love it when it rains. Living in Florida, it often feels like there are endless "Chamber of Commerce" days. The kind of days where pictures are taken to put on brochures boasting about the beautiful blue skies and sunshine. Usually when it rains, it passes quickly and the sun comes out and the steam comes up, but today, we are having a bonafide Rainy Day. I can tuck into my craft room and feel guilt-free about being inside.
So this afternoon, I'll art away, happy as a little clam and Listen to the Rain.
