Gretel Without A Hansel

Anonymous asked: What sort of stories? :3

Once upon a time there was a tiny water droplet. It lived in the clouds with all of its family and friends. It lived a simple life, floating around with nothing to do. Once day, it noticed that all of the raindrops were being packed closer and closer together. The little water droplet thought nothing of it until another water droplet bumped into him. Then a loud rumbling sound filled the air. The little water droplet had no idea what was going on. the other water droplets started to get excited, but the little water droplet was scared. He didn’t like new things happening when he didn’t know what they were. Suddenly he saw some of his friends falling out of the sky. The little water droplet was even more frightened now. Where would the other droplets go? What was below the sky? Why were they falling? His mom turned to him with a smile and said “You are about to become a raindrop, smile a little!” But the little water droplet could not smile because he was still too frightened. Before he could say “holy cloud figure” he found himself falling and falling and falling. He closed his eyes tight art first, afraid of what was to come. But after a few moments, he realized that falling wasn’t as scary as he had expected. He opened his eyes and saw himself surrounded by other falling water droplets. He saw the land below; covered in trees and ponds. As he got closer to the ground, he realized that he was going to land in a puddle, not a pond. He began to worry that he would get lonely without all of the water droplets that he knew. He expected landing in the puddle to hurt, but as he reached the puddle he smoothly joined the rest of the water droplets. They were crammed in very close now, so close that there was no real space between them. After a while, new raindrops stopped falling and the sun came out. Shortly after the sun came out, the little raindrop realized that something strange was happening. Slowly, one by one, raindrops were pulled from the puddle and brought back to the clouds. The little raindrop couldn’t wait to get back to the cloud and exchange stories with his friends about their first rain. When he got back up to the cloud, he was so busy sharing stories that he didn’t even notice the loud rumbling sound all around him.