(This story is dedicated to my wife Leah, whose birthday is today.)
Aqua-biologists have determined that the smallest sentient particle of water is the droplet. Droplets are much smaller than we think and are very resilient through all states of matter. They are also very friendly.
I can just see them up there on a cloudy day, bonding together into bigger and bigger drops.
“Just a bit more,” they yell. “Just a few more for critical mass.”
“Hey, didn’t I see you in the Danube?” one droplet asks another.
“Yeah, back in the day. I’ve been hanging around in the upper atmosphere for a while now though. You?”
“Africa. I spend some time in an elephant.”
“Hey, I was snow,” another says and all the other droplets ooh and aah. Being part of a snowflake is incredibly fun.
“Are you guys going down?” a few droplets cry as they whirl by in an air current. Water droplets have such corny senses of humor.
“We sure are. Grab on,” the others shout, laughing.
More droplets pile on. “Three, two, one, and here we go!” they all shout as they all feel that delicious brink-of-the-rollercoaster sensation just as the raindrop begins to plummet.
“Whee!” they all scream. It’s only natural. The ones at the bottom are flattened out by their speed and the ones on top just barely hang on. They descend through a grey misty world and then suddenly come out of the clouds.
“Almost there!” one of them shouts as the ground rushes up to meet them.
“See you in the Amazon River!”
“See everybody in the Amazon River!” They all laugh, even though it’s the oldest joke in the book for water droplets.
“And here we goooo!” they all yell together.
Splat. The man looks down at his coat sleeve where the raindrop hit and then up at the sky.
Dang. He forgot his umbrella.