27/05/2026
THE SOUND OF RAIN
(A Story from One Tale A Day - Book 6)
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Clara and her grandpa sat on the covered porch. They didn’t talk. They just listened.
They heard the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof. They heard the drip-drop from the leaves of the big tree. They heard the gurgle as the water ran down the drainpipe.
“Rain has its own music, doesn’t it?” Grandpa whispered. Clara nodded, enjoying the peaceful concert.
The end!