PUDDLES

From London (see review, above), a joyous celebration of a world all wet the morning after a night of rain. Brother and sister race outside to drink in the beauty and pleasure of a rain-soaked land: glittering beads in the pine needles, tiny rivulets on which to launch leaf boats, worms and frogs enjoying a good swim, a field of grass all pearly with droplets, and puddles—``Big ones, little ones, long ones, skinny ones—pieces of sky on the ground.'' The children pound their way through each and every one, getting properly drenched in the process. Then it's home to a bath, new clothes, a mug of cocoa, and back outside for another round of puddle-jumping. The text has a bouncy, pleasing lilt—``All night the slash/of rain and the flash/of lightning, and the/Ka-BOOM!/of thunder rattling/the house and all/the windows. We cuddle/between fright/and glee and want it/to stop/and never stop.'' The illustrations are full of light, color, and motion, especially in the adroit depictions of mud and water, reflections and perspectives. (Picture book. 3-8)