Drop, the Brave Little Raindrop

High up in a fluffy grey cloud lived a tiny raindrop called Drop.

The cloud was getting heavy. “It’s time!” called the other raindrops. “Time to rain!”

One by one, they jumped. “Wheeeee!”

But Drop held on tight. “It’s such a long way down,” Drop whispered. “What if I don’t like it?”

An old, wise raindrop floated nearby. “Every drop feels scared the first time,” she said. “Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. It means you try anyway.”

Drop thought about that. Then Drop closed both eyes, counted to three… and let go!

Down, down, down Drop fell, past a flock of birds, past the top of a tall tree, faster and faster, until… plip!

Drop landed on the petal of a drooping yellow flower.

“Oh, thank you!” sighed the flower, lifting her head. “I was so thirsty!”

Drop slid down the stem and soaked into the soil to the flower’s roots. Drop felt proud and happy.

The next morning, the Sun came out and warmed the garden. Drop began to feel light, so light that Drop turned into invisible water vapor and floated up, up, up into the sky.

High above, Drop cooled down and joined lots of other tiny droplets. Together they made a brand-new cloud.

When the cloud grew heavy, the raindrops called, “Time to rain!”

This time, Drop smiled. “I’ll go first!”