Rainy days are perfect for Moomin stories.
My mum read me the original Moomin books throughout my early childhood, and they became an integral part of my consciousness. I was delighted to discover the graphic-novel-styled versions as an adult. My husband bought me one when we were in San Francisco, and the Q has been roundly enjoying it ever since we brought it home.
I can't wait until she's old enough to appreciate the actual stories.
In the meantime, I'm sure the wonderful characters are imprinting themselves on her tiny sponge of a brain.
Moomins = joy, even on the darkest of days.