One look outside says it all. The sun in a mellow mood has decided to take off to new areas. Grey clouds make merry but the clever sun saunters back, now and then, to keep them in check. Noticing a forlorn looking, once green pal below, smart grey clouds arrive at a quick decision. It's time to step up their act... for the umbrella dance and paper boat races to begin but the 'waiting-in-the-fold' wind, wanting to draw attention to itself, has already made plans. Entering with gusto, it blows the errant clouds away and the sun, witnessing this, arrives with a sigh, a sigh, that signals 'no rest' and decides to finish its task... filling the sand with patterns. Far far away, kids at play, notice thunder clouds hovering ominously above and gaily stretch out their arms, in a bid to catch the cool raindrops, long awaited, while sceptical grandpa, shaking his head in disbelief, demands to know... are they are real? ...