A thunderstorm had just passed over the little farm house. You could still
hear a faint thunder, rolling up the valley of Tantaraboo. The rain had dumped
lots of water onto the backyard with its tiny vegetable patch and dozens of
flower pots. The vegetables and the flowers weighed down by heavy water
drops looked sad, as if they were crying. But soon they would suck in the water,
stand up straight again and look more beautiful than ever before.