The Cloud Town

High, high up in the sky, a single rain cloud was rolling by. Many think of the cloud as merely another object, but it is in fact a home for the rain-drops. Now, in this particular watery town, there lived a sparkling droplet that was not yet half grown. Now, life for rain drops is not so very different then ours, for when they grow up they leave to find the object of their desire, and for rain drops, it is a beautiful place to spend their lives.

"Mamma, I wish to go to the most beautiful place in all the world, for I think that I would serve best there." he whimpered softly.

"My son, many rain drops have sought the most beautiful place in the world, but as far as I know, none have found it. However, when you are full grown, look down upon the earth, and seek that which is most beautiful to you." She replied, and dropped off into the sky. The little dropling watched her as she drifted down, and wondered why had she chosen such a terrible dry spot? Sighing, he looked around to find some new-comers had arrived.

"Hello there, sonny, listen to the stories these droplets tell." a local standbyer said. The first droplet spoke:

"I figured I would seek the most lucious and green spot on earth. I found it, and it had seemed so pretty from the skies. But when I arrived, I found that they had no need of me, and wanted to throw me far away. I was angry, but I looked at the ground. It had began to mold from too many like me, and soon the lovely plants would die."
The second droplet then spoke:

"I always loved the sand, and so I headed for the desert. But, when I arrived, I discovered that no rain had been there in many, many months. It was so dry, I felt myself returning here almost immediatly. It had been because I was alone. If there had been many droplets every day, then the cactus would have grown, and the green grass."

The little droplet had now grown to full size, and was ready to leave the town of cloud.
"Farewell, my friends, I am off to become the most beautiful spot in all the world!" he cried, and the other droplings whispered among themselves that he had left in search of a dried up spot in Ireland, and together with his local budies would restore the island to her former glory, by their self-sacrifice.