Million meters above the Earth in a fairy waterland in small houses made of clouds, live small creatures, called raindrops. Raindrops are not animals, or plants or objects. They are magical creatures known by the entire universe. Raindrops bring rain and the land becomes refreshed, soaked, bloosomed and clean. Sometimes they bring storm and nature becomes messy and untidy.
This is Katka, my favourite raindrop, that knocks on my window in Pine avenue every time it rains. She tells me stories about other raindrops and their life among the clouds. Katka has golden hair reaching to her shoulders usually pulled into a pony tail, a small nose and big eyes. She is wearing a shiny blue knee-deep dress with short sleeves and red magic boots. Katka is not an ordinary raindrop. She is a diver and a teacher raindrop. She teaches young raindrops how to dive in a raindrops' magic school. She is a very strict teacher sending her pupils on a long journey to the Earth. And what are the raindrops doing when diving to the Earth? They are singing, dancing and having fun, but they are also very careful not to get lost or they could not go back to the clouds. Every raindrop visits the Earth many, many times because water in the universe is circulating.
Katka is my best friend and I love rain, hoping to see her again and hear her amazingly interesting stories. It began raining and Katka is knocking on my window. I open it and let her in my room. She greets me warmly and sits on her armchair. She tells me about her new pupils, about the journey that led her to me and finally she starts telling me a story.
A STORY ABOUT A LITTLE RAINDROP
Long time ago, way up above the rooftops and chimneys lived a small raindrop named Zofka. She was a very special raindrop, very small but very hard-working. Other raindrops made fun of her and expelled her from their group because she was so small. Zofka was devastated because of that, so she went to godfather Rain to help her solve this problem. Godfather Rain was very surprised when he heard about her problem, he did not know that other raindrops misbehaved so badly. He sent them all to the Earth hoping that they would stay together and become friends. As they were diving, raindrops started to talk, sing, dance and play different games. One day the wind was very strong and raindrops formed a bubble. But Zofka was missing. They started calling her and looking for her, but they could not find her because Zofka was trapped in snow clouds, thousands of kilometers away. These clouds were very cold and Zofka turned into a beautiful snowflake. She became very popular among other snowflakes. She had a lot of friends, and they went to the movies or dances together or they just sat eating cookies and drinking cocoa. After a while, other snowflakes told her about their experiences. They were also raindrops, cast out of society once upon a time. But now they were in this snow cloud waiting for the wind to shake it and send them towards the Earth. A few days later the wind started blowing strongly, everything was shaking and the snowflakes put on their parachutes and began their journey towards the Earth. When on the ground they formed snow. Children played with them and some months later with the arrival of Auntie Spring, they turned into ordinary raindrops again. With the help of the Sun they started rising to the first clouds and second clouds and so on until they arrived to the highest one, where godfather Rain lived. When he saw them, he invited them over for dinner to talk about what had happend to them. They were telling him amazing stories about their experiences. Godfather was listening open-mouthed and was astonished to hear about their resourcefulness and uniqueness. He told them that the process, which they had already experienced, was called water circulation and invited them to participate again. They happily agreed, since they loved adventure and travel.
Whenever I sit by the window on a quiet autumn evening and listen to the rain, I look at the raindrops falling on the ground or sliding down the window pane. And then I see rain changing into true poetry.