Rosie’s Rainy Picture

Rain taps on the window. Rosie watches the drops slide down. “I want to paint the rain,” she tells Dad.

Dad brings the paper. Rosie chooses a wide brush and dips it in blue paint. “Here comes my rain!”

She makes one big blue patch. “It looks like a pond,” says Rosie.

“Where are my drops?” She puts down the brush and looks at the patch. Dad sits beside her.

Dad points to a drop on the glass. Rosie follows its long path with her finger. “It goes down,” she says.

Two little drops meet and slide down together. Rosie draws a line in the air. “I could try that.”

She takes another sheet. This time she pulls her brush from top to bottom. A thin blue line runs down the paper.

Rosie makes more lines. Some are long. Some are short. She leaves spaces between them. “Now the rain can fall!”

Dad offers grey paint. Rosie adds a soft cloud above her rain. A little blue mixes into the grey. She keeps it.

They set the picture on the drying rack. Rosie looks out of the window. The rain has almost stopped.

“What will you call your picture?” asks Dad. Rosie looks at the sky, then at her painted rain. She smiles.

“Rain, Rain,” says Rosie. “Mine is still falling.” Dad smiles too. Rosie follows one painted line with her finger in the air.