Pippa Waits for Green Rain — Each morning, Pippa perched on the same slick branch and listened for plink, plink, plink from the giant leaf above the little orchid cup. Read the full story →
Each morning, Pippa perched on the same slick branch and listened for plink, plink, plink from the giant leaf above the little orchid cup. She wanted three cool drops before the sun warmed the air and the sweet flower smell faded. Every day, she counted slowly. Until one day, the leaf stayed still, and a glassy green frog blinked from its folded edge.
Because of that, Pippa did not flap or scold; she waited while the frog’s tiny toes made tick-tick sounds on the leaf. Because of that, the frog hopped once, and the leaf bent like a spoon. Plink. Plink. Plink. The orchid cup filled at last. “Thank you, little rainmaker,” Pippa whispered. Next time you spot her near the striped leaf, can you find the quiet visitor who made patience sing?
