A Raindrops Diary

A Raindrop’s Diary (Age 10)

6th January.

Today I’m a raindrop, sitting in my comfy cloud. Nothing is wrong. Every thing is perfect. I am sitting next to my best friend Fred that I haven’t met in 12000 years. (You must understand us raindrops last forever and we can only meet very rarely.)
I hope our cloud doesn’t bump into another cloud and have an argument soon. Because then he accidentally spills some of us raindrops, sometimes it’s so bad they thunder and try and strike each other with lightning. Puff my cloud is quite good though, she looks where she’s going. Most of the time. Well I must be getting some sleep. Bye.

9th January

Bad news. Puff is having an argument with a cloud called Thunder. I feel her loosening. Ahh! I’m falling. I must confess I am rather afraid of heights. Fred on the other hand, is doing somersaults and impressing the girl drops. Hah! Show off. He seemed much more mature 12000 years ago. Wow I can see cars now. I’m, I think I’m in England. Burr I’m freezing. Literally! I’m ice. Oh bother. I’ve lost Fred. I really must go to bed.

11th January

Wow the weather has changed! I’ve melted and I feel myself evaporating. I’m flying! Wow I can see the cars down there, but they’re only little dots now. It’s a long, long, long way down. Hey look there’s a cloud called Snowball.

I’ve settled done in snowball know. I’m now a snow flake. You should see my six sides lovely patterns! Well bye.