The Night I Followed a Raindrop | Alson.AI

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Sam lies awake on a rainy night wondering where the raindrops come from until he discovers a magic pencil that brings his drawings to life. With each sketch a puddle becomes a stream and a shining ladder rises up as he follows a single raindrop into a misty cloud world. There he meets a gentle Cloud Person who reveals the secrets of the water cycle and explains how rain travels in endless circles. Filled with wonder and sleepy at last, Sam draws his way home and drifts into peaceful slumber with a warm new understanding of nature.

This story is about me. My name is Sam. I have a warm brown face, curly brown hair, and nice brown eyes. I may be small, but I ask big questions. Rain makes the best noise. It taps on the window. Tap. Tap. Tap. I was in my bed. I could not sleep. The blanket was too small. The pillow felt bad. My brain was awake. I looked at the window. Little drops ran down fast. Where do they come from? Rain does not live inside. It just falls down. Tap. Tap. Tap. I shut my eyes. That did not work. I had a big question. I needed an answer. I looked under my bed. I found a shoe box. I found a dark pencil. It felt very warm. It felt alive. I held it up. The pencil felt awake. The rain tapped loud. Where do you come from? I whispered to the rain. The pencil pulled my fingers. I looked at my book. It was blank. I drew a dot. The dot shined bright. I drew a circle, and the circle became a puddle on my desk! It was cold and wet. The pencil felt heavy, so I drew a line and it became a stream! It went off the desk. It did not splash. I followed the stream. It went under my door. I wanted to go back. I wanted to sleep. But the stream pulled me. I held the pencil tight. I walked in my socks. We went down the stairs. We went to the kitchen. It smelled like outside. The stream floated up. It became a shiny raindrop. It waited at the window. The raindrop bounced. It looked at me. The drop pushed the glass. The glass got soft. I reached out. My finger went right through. Cold air rushed in. I pulled my hand back. The drop moved up. I said I would follow. I took a step. I was outside. I was in the rain. But I was not wet. The drop floated up. I looked up high. Big gray clouds moved fast. The pencil pulled again. I whispered, “Ladder.” I drew some lines and it became a shiny ladder. I stepped on it as the drop went up. I climbed up and up. The clouds looked like animals. The drop went inside one. I stepped in too. It was very cold. It smelled like clean air. It was very quiet. Hello? I called. A big shape appeared. It was a Cloud Person. They were made of fog. They had big cloudy hair. Their eyes were wet puddles. They had a misty mouth. They looked at my pencil. You have a special pencil. "You want to know about rain?" they asked. I nodded my head. Yes, I want to know. I also can not sleep. The Cloud Person smiled. They snapped their foggy fingers. The mist cleared up. I saw a huge room. Tiny drops floated all around. A big bowl held water. The Cloud Person waved. Welcome to the rain room. My mouth fell open. Do you make the rain? I asked. Not exactly, they said. We collect the water. We send it back down. Rain goes in circles. "In circles?" I asked. They held out a hand where tiny drops appeared. See that? they said. Down in the world, water warms up. It gets warm in rivers. It gets warm in lakes. Even your dog bowl gets warm. I looked down in awe. My dog bowl? I asked. Yes, the Cloud Person said. When water gets warm, it floats up. It turns into tiny bubbles. The bubbles float in the sky. My heart felt happy. The water climbs up. Up, up, up. The drops turned to mist. I watched them dance. It was like magic dust. It floated to the stars. I was amazed! Then the water gets cold. It turns into happy drops. I smiled at the drops. They had a secret life. What happens when it gets heavy? I asked. The Cloud Person smiled. The heavy water falls. That is rain, they said. It is water coming home. A warm feeling filled my chest. Why does it rain at night? I asked. "Why does it rain now? I want to sleep," they said, tilting their head. Sometimes the world or dry land is thirsty. Sometimes plants need a drink. Even rivers need more water. Sometimes the air needs washing. Sometimes people just need to hear its beautiful sound. They looked closely at me. You are a good listener, they said. Can I follow a raindrop down? I asked. Pick one drop, they said. I want to see where it lands. I want to follow it home. Lots of drops shined bright. How do I pick one? I asked. They tapped my pencil. You have a tool. I drew a circle. It went around my drop. The drop wiggled. The drop went down fast. I looked down. The world was dark. The ladder went away. I felt scared. How do I get home? I asked. Draw your way, they said. I held the pencil tight. I drew a line down. It made nice shiny steps. I followed my drop down. The air got warm. I smelled wet dirt. The drop landed on a leaf. The drop slid off the leaf. It went in the dirt. The ground drank it up. I knew where it went. It went to the roots. It will warm up later, and it will climb up again. "The water goes in a big circle," I remembered as I stood in the yard. I felt peace inside. The rain answered my question. I walked back inside to my comfortable bed. The pillow felt good. I put the pencil away. The rain tapped the window. Tap. Tap. I already knew where the rain was going. This time, as I closed my eyes, I fell fast asleep.

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