Raindrop

• Hannah Huisman, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2020

I see the world from above. It’s cold up here in the clouds and if it's really really freezing cold I turn into ice, so do the others up here. When I'm too heavy I fall down to the ground. On my long journey I slowly turn back into water and I get warmer and warmer. Once I’ve fallen kilometres long I splat onto the ground, then I slowly drift off to the other raindrops in the puddle. The sun shines. I evaporate.