SAMANTHA'S BACKYARD: RAIN GNOMES DO EXIST

It was a rainy day, just as Samantha had hoped for. She woke up to the sound of raindrops on her bedroom window. She jumped out of bed, ran down the stairs, through the kitchen, across the full length of the family room, and to the back doors, squishing her little nose against the glass. She stood there waiting for the rain to stop. A morning rain only meant one thing to Samantha—a day of searching for rain gnomes.