Again, screams of delight echoed throughout the cloud.
All the rest of the big raindrops took their turns, landing on dogs,
people reading the newspaper and shiny cars that were pulling out of car
washes. Soon, only the smallest drops were left. They were too small to do
anything alone, so they divided up into groups.
The first group chose to rain on an antís nest. They
all held hands and jumped down together. When they hit the nest, the dirt
went flying everywhere. The carefully dug tunnels collapsed and the angry
ants ran about trying to save their nest.
The next group of raindrops landed on a boyís fluffy
cotton candy. It dissolved into a sticky mess, leaving the small child
"Letís land on that woman," suggested the leader of the
third group. "She just came out of the beauty parlor." The rest of them
tee-heed and giggled, then they all held hands and jumped. Plop! Plop!
Plop! They all landed on her nicely combed hair. The curls turned into
soggy, limp ropes.
The raindrops all seemed to be enjoying themselves,
except one small group. They were the smallest of all the raindrops. They
didnít like to do all those mean things. Rebecca was the biggest raindrop
of the group. She said to the others, "Letís have our group do something
nice. Look down there for something that wants and needs us to rain on
They watched carefully. They saw a boy with a
triple-decker ice cream cone. He didnít need any rain. A family was in the
park having a picnic. They didnít want it to rain. There was also a
beautiful wedding taking place and the raindrops knew that they didnít
want it to rain and ruin everything.
Rylee, the teeniest raindrop, spotted a little flower.
It was a pretty yellow color, but was starting to turn brown around the
edges. Its head was drooping. Rylee cried out to the others, "Rebecca,
come and look. That little flower needs us."
The rest of them also looked down. That would be a nice
thing to do. Rebecca said, "Letís go!"
Just as they were about to jump, another group started
to call them names. The biggest, Ryan, said, "All the rest of us are
trying to make people cry and be angry. You arenít like us. Hurry up and
leave! Donít come back to this cloud every again! We donít like nice
The little raindrops jumped and landed softly on the
limp yellow flower. Soon after, it lifted its head. Its stem turned green
and the brown went away. The tiny raindrops were happy.
The storm broke and the rain stopped. The sun came out
and dried up the rain. It turned to steam and floated back up into the sky
to form new clouds. The small group that Rebecca and Rylee were in chose
to form a new cloud where no mean raindrops were allowed. Every time they
fell from the sky, they chose something that would be happy because they
rained on it.