Storyboard
Updated: 3/18/2021
Storyboard

Storyboard Text

  • I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for justone hour.
  • The children pressed to each other like somany roses, so many weeds, intermixed,peering out for a look at the hidden sun.
  • Margot stood apart from them, from thesechildren who could ever remember a timewhen there wasn’t rain and rain and rain.
  • I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for justone hour. That was Margot’s poem, readin a quiet voice in the still classroom whilethe rain was falling outside.
  • "Hey, everyone, let’s put her in a closet before the teacher comes !"
  • The jungle burnedwith sunlight as the children, released from their spell, rushed out, yelling into the springtime.
  • They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out.