They may rise high enough to give us a wetting, so it would be wise for us to hurry back to the hotel." "It is the strangest thing that evah happened to me in all my life!" said Lloyd a few minutes later, as they sat on the hotel piazza, watching the storm below them.

Overhead the summer sun was shining brightly, but just below the heavy storm clouds rolled, veiling all the valley from sight.
They could see the forked tongues of lightning darting back and forth far below them, and hear the heavy rumble of thunder.
"It seems so wondahful to think that we are safe up above the storm.

Look! There is a rainbow! And there is anothah and anothah! Oh, it is so beautiful, I'm glad it rained!" The storm, that had lasted for nearly an hour, gradually cleared away till the valley lay spread out before them once more, in the sunshine, green and dripping from the summer shower.
"Well," said the Little Colonel, as they started homeward, "aftah this I'll remembah that no mattah how hard it rains the sun is always shining somewhere.

It nevah hides itself from us.

It is the valley that gets behind the clouds, just as if it was puttin' a handkerchief ovah its face when it wanted to cry.