In a place called Sunshine Valley, where the sun loved to smile, lived happy villagers who danced all the while. Their fields were golden, and their hearts were merry, but one thing they needed was water to carry.

The villagers, oh so clever, thought up a fun plan. 'Let's dance for the rain!' said one little man. With feet that would patter like drops on the ground, they twirled in a circle and whirled all around.

Each villager, young and old, wore a rain hat. When they spun it around, it went rat-a-tat-tat! The hats were so bright and as colorful as rainbows, they filled the skies with so many rain shows.

They clapped and they stomped and they drummed on tin cans, with hope in their hearts and rhythm in their hands. 'Pitter-pat, pitter-pat!' sang their shoes as they stepped, ‘We’ll dance until clouds above us have wept!’

A wise old tree whispered, 'Your efforts are grand, but perhaps what you need is a bit more hand.' With leaves that would shiver and branches that bent, the tree joined the dance, with intent.

The animals of Sunshine Valley took note. They joined in with spins, and bleats, and one tiny goat. With mooing and baaing, and splashing with glee, together they danced so happily.

Their chants filled the air, as bright as a song. 'Dear clouds, won’t you help? Please don’t take too long!' With rhythm and rhyme and alliteration, rain must come down, the big sensation!

Then suddenly, from the skies that were clear, a rumble was heard and rain clouds drew near. 'Boom! Bang!' they went, as dark as a plum. The villagers cheered, 'Oh, look! Here they come!'

With pitter and patter, the rain started to fall. It watered the fields and quenched one and all. The villagers danced in puddles so deep, they laughed and they splashed, then they took a leap.

Their plan had worked! The rain came in style. Sunshine Valley was saved; they danced for a while. With hearts full of joy and love to the brim, they thanked the wise tree, the animals, Him.

And from that bright day in Sunshine Valley, the villagers knew with each dream they’d rally. For dancing with hope and a wish so pure, meant sunshine or rain, happiness secure.