It is then that the birds sing for Father Sun to awake. And the chorus of thanksgiving which arises from the woods and the fields is enough to gladden any one’s heart.
Every boy and girl should learn to know these beautiful morning hours.
But this morning the dark clouds lingered longer than usual. That was because they had brought the raindrops from their home in the sky to visit the earth below.
The flowers lifted their grateful heads to greet the raindrops.
The thirsty roots under the ground were made glad by them. And so were the leaves and the buds and all the growing green things above the ground.
The frogs jumped about in their glee and croaked joyfully, “Oh, what fun we have!”
The brook rushed rejoicing to the river, and the river ran to the sea. And both sang on their way.