Mira twirls with abandon, her yellow raincoat flaring as she dances. Her eyes close and her face tilts upward, savoring the cool rain on her cheeks. Puddles splash beneath her feet, and the grass bends under her joyful steps.

Grandma watches Mira with a loving smile, her hands tapping out a soft beat to match the rain’s rhythm. Mira skips over, cheeks flushed, and plops down beside her. "Did you bring your dancing shoes just for the rain, my little cloud-chaser?" "I brought them for the music, Grandma! The rain just makes it more fun!"

"Let’s make a concert for the birds and the worms," Grandma says, strumming a gentle chord. "And for the raindrops too! Listen, they’re still singing on the leaves." The two begin to play, their melodies weaving together with the soft patter of rain.

"I wish every picnic could be like this," Mira sighs, gazing at the sparkling field. "With a little music and a little rain, every day can be a celebration," Grandma replies, squeezing her hand.

"The world sings with us today, Mira," "And we’ll remember this song forever,"