II
The wind puffed out his cheeks and blew harder and harder.
The clouds sailed across the sky faster and faster.
It was almost as dark as night.
And Bunny slept on, under the big oak tree.
Patter, patter, patter! the rain drops fell on the oak leaves.
Easter and faster they fell. In a few minutes the leaves were wet.
Then the water began to fall down on the ground at the foot of the tree.
One great big drop fell on Bunny's nose. Then another fell on his ear.
He waked up with a start.
"What is the matter?" he said. "What is the matter?"
He opened his eyes wide and then he knew what was the matter.
"Oh, dear me!" he said to himself. "Robin Redbreast has her wish at last. It is raining hard."
Faster and faster the rain drops fell from the black clouds.
The ground was soon wet under the oak tree.
And Bunny was wet, too.
But he could not go home. He knew better than to leave the oak tree and skip out into the field.
So he curled himself up in a very tiny ball and waited for the shower to be over.
It grew lighter and lighter.
The wind stopped blowing, and at last Mr. Sun peeped out from behind the cloud.
He looked right down on Bunny, and laughed to see how he was rolled up in such a tiny ball.
"Cheer up, cheer up!" sang Robin Redbreast. "That was a fine rain. I am going to take a bath in that puddle of water."
Mr. Green Frog came out of his hole.
"Croak, croak!" he said. "That was a fine rain. I like to see the water running in the brook again."
