Dark clouds reflect dark moods. The park calls to them through torrents of rain that bounces off the road outside. They’re bored. Housebound.
Time to tent.
With a tent comes funtastical stories. A quilt becomes a tent; the tent becomes a castle; the carpet a moat full of sharks and ‘snargles;’ the coffee table a drawbridge to another world. Dress-up clothes make a prince and princess who rule with calls for biscuits and juice and ogres to chase.
Until, exhausted, they tire, they drift, and are carried gently to another land where quilt tents become covers and sleepy princes rest.