A clear, single, lifeless drop of rain descends from its motherly cloud, landing upon an innocent cheek that is unaware of the storm hovering over them on this deceivingly warm morning. The drop morphed to the cheeks contour, making itself at home and suddenly becoming full of life with the cheeks warmth. To the drop's dismay, the owner of the cheek quickly wipes away any home the drop ever had hope for. The first victim to the beginnings of a monsoon looked up at the sky after wiping off the drop of rain, disappointed and distressed by the fact that it was not a day to be outside.
The mother cloud pushes out yet another droplet of rain, like the mother of a bird releasing their child off the tree in order to fly. Landing on an empty, dry sidewalk, the deserted raindrop lie hopeless, waiting for its brothers and sisters to arrive. Only then would the drop become invincible, able to destroy places humans call home by seeping into them with their conniving ways. The drop anxiously waits as more brothers and sisters arrive everywhere: on the branches of fir trees, slowly sliding down one single pine needle and suicidally dropping to the dirt floor. Arriving on the rooftops of homes, hustling down the rough shingles only to be dropped once again by a long, metal tube leading down to the garden a human recently worked hard on to achieve flawless outcome. They arrived on car windshields, being violently beaten back and forth until they were wiped away, as a human becomes angry at the difficulty to see clearly.
As the population of rain drops rose, they began to form alliances in which they flowed down hills as small versions of rivers. Families of drops gathered in one spot because of the inability to flow any longer as they formed large puddles. Mournfully, some small rivers of rain drop families did not lead to a reunion, but let to a caliginous, deep drain. These unfortunate ones met their demise. They were unable to form alliances any longer, and unable to ruin the homes and lives of human beings. Quickly though, these rain drops became ancestors as more gathered in river currents, puddles, and dirt, the lucky ones arriving in a puddle of their family landed in a comet-like fashion, worrying the others leading them to wonder if they would be splashed out of the crowd. Yet the only time a rain drop separated from the crowd was when children late to school ran through them, pounding their rain boots down deep into the puddle, catapulting large drops of rain to places so far that some landed on houses.
Few drops remained on the child's boots after this, yet those few were able to take the luxurious vacation into a full day of relaxation and ability to watch as the student went to their classes. One drop decided to climb its way from the bottom of the boot to the top, hanging on for dear life as the child ran to the inside of a school. Hanging on became more difficult for the drop as the child climbed the stairs, leading to the last step in which the child shook off any remaining drops of rain leaving them to live on the cold, hard tile of a place children piled a plethora of information into their brains everyday. This single drop was certainly the most tenacious of them all, because it was the only one left after the violent attempt to evacuate all drops from the boots. All the effort this drop made only left it to sit quietly underneath the human in a lesson of mathematics which lasted a lifetime. The sounds of rain drops hit the roof of the school, alarmingly similar to the sound of a meteor shower, allowing the vacationing drop to acknowledge the success of his family in creating havoc in the city.
This pure droplet of rain soon enough was a mere speck of sand in the millions of other drops surrounding it as school was released. The once so-called puddles now turned into large ponds in the short time the drop left for vacation. Blindly the child ran towards the buses, becoming stuck knee deep in a brown colored pond. With the help of an adult the child was released from the small alliance of drops. Miraculously, the vacationed rain drop was released with her joined by a few unknown others. As the wind of her marathon-like sprint towards the buses moved the drops to the back of the boots, other humans panicked when rumors of floods spread.
After a bumpy trip on the yellow vehicle, the drop ended up in a house that its fellow drops reached and successfully demolished. Frightened families gathered in canoeing boats and paddled their way through deep water, looking for any trace of their missing children. A sharp yet small scream was heard from a house that looked as if it would collapse at any minute. The boat struggled its way through a street that was once the area of children playing and laughing. It passed though an area where working parents drove vehicles down to finally end at their home in which they were greeted with the voices of young children saying, 'Daddy!'� or 'Mommy!'� with a smile growing bigger upon their faces as the children ran to the door, they ended the loving greeting with an enormous hug that seemed as large as a hug from a grown man, not a six year old child. When the boat reached the door, it became visible to their worrisome eyes that a young child was holding on to an inflatable toy she once played with before this monsoon arrived, a toy that was now saving her life. Her boots lie floating beside her, swaying in the waves that the boat created. A man who was in the boat screamed her name and jumped out, splashing with all his might to swim faster towards her while telling her calmly that she would be alright. She was relieved, and finally swam into the arms of her loving father who kissed her cold, soaked head and said, 'Thank God you are alive.'�
One by one, the droplets of water returned to their mother cloud in which they first arrived. They satisfactorily accomplished all of their goals in this now ruined community. They had seeped into every house possible, they had formed alliances to cause burdens to humans late for school, and they caused families to worry if they would live through such a catastrophic day that had begun with just one drop of water falling anxiously from the sky. When those satisfied drops of flawless water were safe and sound in their mother clouds, the strength of the wind pulled them to another innocent community, a place where children's only worry was if their parents were going to let them out to play that day, a place where a father rushed out of his home that he took for granted, wondering if he would be late for work, and not thinking anything of the small drop of rain that descended from the sky and landed on his dry cheek.

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