The Trouble with Spring Rain
Everyone has a limit, and Jemima Flump had reached hers.
“Tidy your room,” Mom said. “This mess is unacceptable.”
Mom didn’t understand what it was like to have a creative soul. She worried about dirty laundry and taxes—unimportant things.
Jemima worried about finding the proper crayon to match the sky, and Stuffed Animal Divorce Court. Her friends were going through a very difficult time.
The only answer was for Jemima to make a home for herself and Patsy Bunny, who was taking her divorce from Trumpets the Elephant very much to heart.
“I’m not so sure about this, Patsy,” Jemima said. Spring rain was much prettier on the page than it was when running down the back of your neck.
Patsy said nothing, which everyone knows is basically the same as agreeing.
“But we can’t go back, either. Mom will think she’s right.”
Patsy agreed again. It’s one of the reasons Jemima loved her so much.
Jemima pulled her favourite blanket out of her suitcase and made a nifty shelter for Patsy and her.
“Perfectly creative,” she said, leaning the bunny in the driest spot against the wall. Bunnies got a little smelly if you let them get wet.
But the rain slopped through the porch rails and made Jemima’s back wet.
When she tried to make a drawing of the spring rain, the actual spring rain washed it away.
Even though spring rain was so much nicer than winter rain, it really wasn’t that much warmer.
Before very long, Jemima shivered so hard she couldn’t even make a mark on her sketchpad, much less brush the raindrops away.
Creativity was so much easier to come by indoors, where it was warm and dry and...
“Jemima?” Mom held out a cup of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows.
“I think,” Jemima told Patsy, “that we might try tidying a little bit of my room, and then draw Mom a picture of the spring rain.”
Patsy agreed. She really was a very agreeable bunny.
With her suitcase packed, Jemima and Patsy headed back indoors.
Spring rain really was so much nicer from indoors.
And, to add a little color to this entry, since the pictures for the story are over on Storybird, here's a picture to go with it from my friend Beithe at Beith Graystone Arts. Check out her work, she's awesome.