Sorrel Waits for Plink — Every day, Sorrel put on his striped raincoat and counted puddle sounds. Plop, plip, plash. Read the full story →
Every day, Sorrel put on his striped raincoat and counted puddle sounds. Plop, plip, plash. He wanted to hear the tiny silver plink that came only after the rain got quiet. He stood very still, smelling wet grass and mud, until one day a little cloud bumped his cap.
Because of that, the cloud sneezed mist all over the meadow. Because of THAT, every puddle began to hum softly, like jars in a window. Sorrel waited, foot lifted, while the hum grew thin and bright. At last—plink! “There you are,” he whispered, and set his foot down with one happy splash. Next time you see his raised boot, can you imagine waiting for that same plink?
