Peter and the Journey Home (Excerpt)
A Children's Storybook
By James Pao
Alone Peter watched as rain washed
onto concrete in the streets below.
A flash, a streak, and then thunder
rattled and shook the windows around him.
The family cat, Mr. Tibbers yawned
and curled up next to the fireplace.
The fire was the only thing that danced
in the gloomy Saturday rain.
How Peter wished the rain would stop.
For there were no sun to meet and greet;
no kids shouting, running, nor playing below;
and no bird songs in the trees.
There remained only
the falling rain whispering hush, hush, hush.
But there on the driveway
was a bit of gold and blue.
Peter’s wooden toy boat whose
white sails waved against the wind.
“On no!” Peter shouted,
“The rain is going to wash my boat away!”
Peter donned his favorite yellow raincoat,
fumbled and tripped over his rain boots,
and raced into the pouring grey rain.
Raindrops collected into a small puddle
at the base of the little wooden toy boat
the wind pulled its sails whichever way.
The puddle then gathered into a small stream
and the toy boat set sail upon it’s aimless journey
with the wind howling away, away, away.