It was a rainy day in Willowbrook. The sky was dark. Emma was walking home. She felt sad. The days were grey, and she loved bright colours. Emma saw something on the ground. It was an umbrella! The umbrella was yellow — very bright yellow. It looked like the sun. Emma picked it up. The umbrella was wet, but the colour was beautiful. Emma took the umbrella home. She looked at it and smiled. “This yellow colour makes me happy,” she thought. That evening, Emma painted a picture. In the picture, there was the yellow umbrella. There was rain and dark clouds too. But the umbrella was bright. It was like a little sun. The next day, a woman came to Emma’s studio. She saw the painting in the window. “Is that my umbrella?” she asked. “Yes!” said Emma. “I found it in the rain.” The woman smiled. “That umbrella was a gift. I love it. Can I have it back?” “Of course!” said Emma. She gave the umbrella to the woman. The woman was very happy. “Thank you! I will carry it every rainy day.” Now, when it