On pages softly splashed with rain (you see it falling from a misty face in the Sky), a little girl feels the first pastel drops, then runs home when it begins to fall harder. But the now blue rain seeks her out, driving all the animals into hiding as it does. ""Then--what's this? Squash! Squash! The sound of boots in a puddle. It was the little girl, dressed for the rain""--and, later, a rainbow in the background and a little frog at her side, "" 'The rain is a good playmate,' the little girl said,"" But an insipidly gentle one, as pictured in this pretty-pretty Czechoslovakian import. And the little girl herself might be a gumdrop by Keene.