But the birds and the squirrels were not so happy when the raindrops came tumbling down from the sky. They hid in their nests and under the leaves of the trees and waited for them to go away.
Even Shaggy Bear did not like the rain. He hid in the cave, to keep his fur dry.
Now the time was drawing near when most people were waking—that is, in the cities. The farmer has learned to know the beautiful early hours of the morning.
“Let us play,” cried a tiny raindrop to the others. “Let us play and stay here always. For the earth is a beautiful place.”
But the older and wiser raindrops trickled away and hid almost anywhere they could.
Some of them hid in Father Thrift’s garden. Some of them jumped into the brook.
They knew they were sent down to the earth to do some good, and not to spend their time in playing. They had plenty of time in the sky for play.
So if they wished to stay on the earth they must work.
The little raindrops that hid in Father Thrift’s garden would help to make the plants grow.