The few well-chosen words in this charming board book go straight to the crux of the action shown in the realistic watercolor illustrations. Unobtrusive rhymes on every other page flow easily off the tongue. The simple, direct language mirrors language patterns of very young children, with one clear idea per page. One stanza says, "Water flows. / Make a boat. // Sail in stream. / Off it floats." Accompanying pictures of a gutter downspout, a leaf boat, and the rivulet made by water from the gutter hint at details to come and will inspire conversation and simple science explorations. Is the water coming from the rain or from the garden hose lying in the grass? And who will use that hose later? Muted colors match the rainy day until the sun breaking through the clouds reveals a brilliant rainbow that fades at dusk. Where exactly all this takes place is open to interpretation. It could be a modest city neighborhood, a suburb, or a small town. What matters is that this bit of nature is right outside this young black girl's home. Her glee as she stomps in puddles with her dog is palpable. That her mother seems to share her delight is refreshing. Put on your slicker and boots. It's time for a rainy-day romp! (Board book. 18 mos.-3)

The few well-chosen words in this charming board book go straight to the crux of the action shown in the realistic watercolor illustrations. Unobtrusive rhymes on every other page flow easily off the tongue. The simple, direct language mirrors language patterns of very young children, with one clear idea per page. One stanza says, "Water flows. / Make a boat. // Sail in stream. / Off it floats." Accompanying pictures of a gutter downspout, a leaf boat, and the rivulet made by water from the gutter hint at details to come and will inspire conversation and simple science explorations. Is the water coming from the rain or from the garden hose lying in the grass? And who will use that hose later? Muted colors match the rainy day until the sun breaking through the clouds reveals a brilliant rainbow that fades at dusk. Where exactly all this takes place is open to interpretation. It could be a modest city neighborhood, a suburb, or a small town. What matters is that this bit of nature is right outside this young black girl's home. Her glee as she stomps in puddles with her dog is palpable. That her mother seems to share her delight is refreshing. Put on your slicker and boots. It's time for a rainy-day romp! (Board book. 18 mos.-3)