I Love the Rain

by Margaret Park Bridges

Book Overview

Molly hates rainy days. The gray sky, the soggy wait for the school bus, they seem to make everyone grumpy. Everyone except her friend Sophie, who shows Molly the magic she has been missing.

The simple, poetic language in this lovely book takes readers on a journeyfrom the girls' first tentative steps into the drizzle to a rain-drenched romp in a puddle. The lyrical text is perfectly matched by the joyful watercolor paintings, which capture not...

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1587172089
• ISBN13: 9781587172083
• Release Date: February 2005
• Publisher: Chronicle Books
• Length: 32 Pages
• Weight: 0.70 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.4" x 8.6" x 10.3"
• Age Range: 12 years and under
• Grade Range: Preschool to Grade 7

Customer Reviews

Rain rain come again!

Molly hates the rain. But her best friend Sophie does not...and Sophie is about to show Molly that the rain is not actually depressing, it's fantastic. This is an adorable picture book that demonstrates imagination and friendship and carefree youth. A puddle isn't just a puddle; it's a face with raindrop freckles. Slowly over the course of the book Molly comes to see that the rain isn't a pain, it's great and even better than "Rain rain go way" is "Sun sun go away." I really liked the watercolor illustrations as well.

Excellent kidlit.

Margaret Park Bridges, I Love the Rain (Chronicle, 2005) I Love the Rain is the kind of kids' book I stumble upon all too rarely, and the kind (doesn't it always work this way?) I think should be the most common: this is a book about possibilities. It's about imagination and playing pretend and all those things kids do when they're faced with some minor misfortune and need to find a way to turn it into something useful, or at least pleasurable. You don't like the rain? Make it into something else. It's still rain, but all the sudden it's a great deal more fun. I'm not sure whether it's just a positive side effect or whether it happens by definition, but when you stumble upon this sort of book, the sort that's about imagination and playing let's pretend, you always find great language, stuff that borders on the poetic, stuff that's rooted in the image. I've read a lot of kids' books recently, and I think that, from the standpoint of the writing alone, this may be the best of them I've run across since Randall Jarrell's The Bat-Poet (which I found in 1999). Definitely one for the kids' bookshelf. ****