Life of a Water Droplet

One day,  on vacation, I was lounging with my buds, Charley and Robert, as part of the famous Lake Erie.  We had only been there for a month, and already had gone through the digestive system of 12 fish,  3 turtles, and some algae.   By the way my name is Bill, and I am 55 billion years old, older than earth.  I have been through 57 baryonyx dino digestions.  I tried to keep track of every animal I have ever been through, but that is one of the few I remember.

Anyways, we were riding turtle back when we heard the sun’s voice, muttering the magical words that had summoned us so many times before.  

“Evaporate, evaporate, evaporate,”  it called.  We tried to get deep enough to avoid it, but it was, too late.  We could feel ourselves rising towards the surface, and once we got there, our bodies began to fall apart, which was not at all an alarming process because it had happened so many times before.  Long ago, we droplets figured out that this is what the sun wanted.  We decided to call this process evaporation.  

As we continued to rise, we started going faster and faster, until it was like a roller coaster, shooting us towards the sky.  When we got about halfway there, we began slowing down again.  In about five minutes, we had made it there and were collecting our parts.  Then, as everyone else was, we three joined together.  Then Robert, the legs, began jumping us up and down.  I was the arms, and Charley was the head.  With us and everyone else jumping at the shell of the cloud-egg, it began to crack.

BOOM!!!!!!!!

It cracked.  Because of the force, the sun let out an appreciative ray, and the quick flash of light covered us all.  CRASH!  We hit the ground, splitting into our individual selves.  Then we all ran towards the nearest crowd (pond).  Because of a young Spanish droplet, called Jorge, because of his shouts of

“Let’s run off!  Let’s run off!”, we called this surge of movement runoff.  Luckily, we practically landed on the shore of Lake Erie.

Something like this happened every time the sun’s magical words called us into the sky.  Right now, most of the ones that had flown, including us, were pushing their way to the bottom to rest.  It had been one Erie  vacation.  Ha ha ha!