Melodies in the heart and mind are reborn even when the rain falls. We lived on an island in the Caribbean called Trinidad. Every day was a beautiful day filled with warmth and sunshine and laughter. On the days when the rain fell I still remember the fun we had. The rain would introduce itself with a pitter, patter and a spit, splat, sputter, sputter. We would greet it with gleeful smiles, a shriek, and uncontrollable laughter. Joy and anticipation precipitate the changing skies for this young girl and her baby brother.
When the Rain Fell, is a poetic children’s story based on the fond memories of my childhood with my younger brother, in Trinidad. Discoveries of nature are made when the sunshine recedes and the rain takes centre stage.