[bright music] - Hello friends, how are you today?

My name is Anna and I was just about to read a story about my two favorite things.

The first thing is rain.

I love going out and playing in a rainstorm with my daughters.

The other thing is something called onomatopoeia.

Have you ever heard that word before?

Say it.

Say "onomatopoeia."

So what onomatopoeia is, it's basically words that represent sounds like crash, bang, bing, right?

Those are all really great words, they're onomatopoeia.

They represent a sound.

So the book we're gonna read today is called "Hello Rain!"

The book is Kyo Maclear and Chris Turnham.

Let's see if you can find some onomatopoeia in the book.

I wanna know which one's your favorite at the end.

"Hello Rain!"

by Kyo Maclear and Chris Turnham.

The air is full of waiting.

The sky is full of breeze.

The trees gust and billow all before it rains.

Rumble, rumble.

Distant thunder.

Rain is coming.

Rain is coming.

Could you actually hear that rumble?

Could you feel the rumble?

Plink, plunk, plunk on the rooftop.

Drip, drop.

Metal mailbox ping.

Every rainfall plays a different tune.

Listen, listen.

Rain, rain, rain.

Can you think of the sounds you hear when it rains?

Old raincoat, rubber boots, big umbrella, best umbrella.

Green, orange, yellow, blue.

Let's go outside.

On the streets, umbrellas bloom.

Around us, a game of hurry.

Dash, dart, skitter, scatter.

But why hurry when the sky is an adventure?

Deluge, downpour, sprinkle, storm.

A drizzle, a mizzle.

So many words for rain.

Long, thin threads.

Tiny parachutes, buckets at a time.

Out of many drops, one big puddle!

Curbside waterfall.

Downhill swoosh.

Out of many drops, one rushing river.

Let's launch the fleet.

Drippy leaf, slippy rock.

Here is an earthworm, a sticky snail.

Here is a seedling.

Even when it pours, the frogs don't hurry or hide.

Hyacinth, foxglove, poppy, yaro.

Down in the dirt, the thirsty roots are drinking.

Cool rain, fresh rain.

A barrel to catch the drops for later.

So we can have pink roses, frilly peonies, tangles of vines.

Bursting pea pods, bright carrots, leafy radishes.

Plums in the fridge.

Sweet and cold.

One for you, one for me.

In a quiet spot, a single drop of rain touches five times a branch, a leaf, an apple, a rock, a blade of grass before reaching the ground.

We crouch under a tree and whisper talk until crack, flash!

Inside.

Wet socks, drippy pants.

Shake, shake, shake of rain drenched fur.

Inside, dry and warm.

Rain trickle flows against the window.

Mini rivers, droplets joining, moving down, down, side to side.

Wanna play a board game?

Wanna read a book?

Wanna build a fort?

Naps and secrets are both better when it rains.

I wonder how the rain decides how and when to be.

I wonder how it decides when to plunk, plunk, flink.

Stop.

The ground is glistening green.

Can you smell the grassy sweetness?

Butterflies and bugs sip, sip, sip from muddy puddles.

Can you hear the chirping birds?

Hello sparrows with your bright sparrow voices.

Hello goldfinches, with your swee-swee song.

Hello flowers, ripe and rosy.

Hello mushrooms, plump and proud.

Hello sun!

Wasn't that an awesome story?

Did it make you think about all the things you like to do when it rains?

So if you had to pick what was your favorite word, your onomatopoeia word that you heard in the story.

I know which one mine was.

My absolute favorite one is the page where it went, "Crack!

Flash!"

I love it.

I actually felt like lightning and thunder was happening right now!

Oh my goodness.

Well, I hope you enjoyed listening to the story, "Hello Rain!"

with me.

I look forward to seeing you again next time.

Bye!