Puddle Hunters — Kirsty Murray

When the rain stops it's time to go puddle hunting. Ruby and Banjo and Mama go up the street, and into the park, over the bridge and down to the river flats where the puddles lie waiting. Splosh it, Ruby! Splosh it, Banjo! Splosh it, Mama! A glorious celebration of splashing and squelching all the way home.