Suddenly, the sun disappeared and the rains came crashing down, hitting against the windows. Sangita, who was near the door, came running to the window and peeped out through the stain-glassed window. Her smile turned into a frown and she gloomily took off her shoes and sat back down on her red satin couch. Her mom walked into the living room and asked Sangita "What happened to you?" Between sobs, Sangita answered, "I was just about to go out to play and it started to rain! Its not fair!" Sangitas mom embraced her and took her by the hand. "How about we go for a walk instead?" asked her mom. "But its raining so hard." said Sangita. "Well dress you up for the rain," smiled Sangitas mother. Sangitas mother made Sangita wear her raincoat and put on her rainy shoes. They slipped out the door and shot open the umbrella as they walked outside. Sangita held onto her mothers hand and they started walking. The ground was soft and muddy and the stray dogs and cats hid under some shelter. Sangita observed all the little road-side shops. Suddenly, the wind blew very hard and their umbrella turned inside out. The rain came pattering down on Sangitas head, but her raincoat protected her. The sweet smell of rain saturated the air. Her mother and she walked through the garden that lay on the corner of the street where they were strolling on. Fresh grass had sprouted and rose bushes covered the area. Sangita picked up a rose up and sniffed it. "How beautiful was the rain," thought Sangita. They continued walking and Sangita saw how people walked as quickly as they could, hovering under their umbrellas, trying to avoid the rain as much as they could. "They probably do not understand how beautiful the rain really is. Thanks for showing me, mom," whispered Sangita. Her mom smiled and nodded.
Suddenly, the sun disappeared and the rains came crashing down, hitting against the windows. Sangita, who was near the door, came running to the window and peeped out through the stain-glassed window. Her smile turned into a frown and she gloomily took off her shoes and sat back down on her red satin couch.
Her mom walked into the living room and asked Sangita "What happened to you?" Between sobs, Sangita answered, "I was just about to go out to play and it started to rain! It's not fair!"
Sangita's mom embraced her and took her by the hand.
"How about we go for a walk instead?" asked her mom.
"But it's raining so hard." said Sangita.
"We'll dress you up for the rain," smiled Sangita's mother.
Sangita's mother made Sangita wear her raincoat and put on her rainy shoes. They slipped out the door and shot open the umbrella as they walked outside. Sangita held onto her mother's hand and they started walking.
The ground was soft and muddy and the stray dogs and cats hid under some shelter. Sangita observed all the little road-side shops. Suddenly, the wind blew very hard and their umbrella turned inside out. The rain came pattering down on Sangita's head, but her raincoat protected her.
The sweet smell of rain saturated the air. Her mother and she walked through the garden that lay on the corner of the street where they were strolling on. Fresh grass had sprouted and rose bushes covered the area. Sangita picked up a rose up and sniffed it.
"How beautiful was the rain," thought Sangita.
They continued walking and Sangita saw how people walked as quickly as they could, hovering under their umbrellas, trying to avoid the rain as much as they could.
"They probably do not understand how beautiful the rain really is. Thanks for showing me, mom," whispered Sangita.
Her mom smiled and nodded.
