Water Droplets

• Sanjana Gandhi, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2021

The atmosphere deepens through ombres of blues as the breeze boldly strokes past me. I see the winter clouds above me and beneath me I see soil quenched by rain, me to create a ocean as if it were dreamed into reality. Im rushing down the deep calm blue sky whilst I see the lush green verdant meadows surrounding the sunlit cloud which is in eager anticipation of rain. i'm a droplet of water as light as
a feather but as big as a blue-light ocean with waves over the horizon unmeasured, indulged by a sunset in a sky of fire, so beautiful as if it was brushed upon an artists canvas. Instantly, I felt myself land roughly on the land. I broke and shattered and then disappeared.