The rain hadn't fallen for many weeks. The grass was turning brown and the flowers all hung their heads, thirsty for a drink. The birds scratched the ground, searching for worms. It was one of those hot, dry summers and nobody liked it.

Two yellow birds flew above the trees, looking down in search of a river, or a stream, or a pond. “Look, Pooky. I see a pond.” Sooky pointed with her wing.

“It's a pond, all right, but look at all the animals around it. That crocodile would eat us for sure,” Pooky said.

“But I'm thirsty and want a drink. Maybe it won't eat us,” Sooky said.

“If the crocodile doesn't, then maybe the big cat would,” Pooky said.

“Okay. We'll look somewhere else.” Sooky flew around for hours, but she couldn't see any water. Both birds were so tired and thirsty that the flew to a tree and fell asleep on a branch.

Boom! Crash! Boom! The thunder woke Sooky and Pooky up. “What was that?” Pooky looked up at the sky. “I think it's going to rain.”

“Look at the big black clouds. It is going to rain.” Sooky clapped her wings together and smiled when the first drops of rain splattered on the ground. “It's raining, it's pouring. Hooray!”

It rained all night and the next morning it was still raining. Water rushed over the ground. The streams and rivers filled up. The pond got deeper and deeper. Rain ran down gutters and puddled at the bottom. Sooky and Pooky flew down to the bottom of a spout and splashed in the water. They drank until they were full. Sooky started singing. “It's raining, it's pouring, I'm so happy, tra la la.”

Pooky joined in and watched as the flowers stood up straight and opened their petals. The grass turned green and the air smelled fresh.