The Rainy Picnic

Ruby and Milo plan a picnic in the park on Saturday. They pack sandwiches, fruit, and cold drinks in a basket. The sky is blue when they leave home.

They spread a blanket under a big tree. They set out the food and sit down to eat. After a few minutes, the sky turns gray.

"I think it's going to rain," Milo says. He looks up at the dark clouds.

"Let's wait a little," Ruby says. "Maybe it will pass."

But the rain starts fast. Big drops fall on their sandwiches. The wind pushes their napkins across the grass.

"We need a new plan," Ruby says. She grabs the basket and the blanket. "Let's go to my house. It's close by."

They run through the rain and laugh at the puddles. By the time they reach the house, they are both very wet.

Ruby's mother opens the door. "Come in, come in!" she says. "Look at you two!"

They dry off with towels. Then they spread the blanket on the living room floor. Ruby turns on some music, and Milo opens the basket again.

"This isn't so bad," Milo says, biting into a sandwich.

Ruby laughs and looks out the window at the rain. "We still have a picnic," she says. "Just an indoor one now."

They eat, talk, and watch the rain fall against the glass. Outside, the storm continues, but inside, they finish their picnic together.