Riddhi Singhania, Class XII E
I’m not just a little drop
I make up the vast blue oceans.
I quench the thirst of a dying person
I regrow the withered beauty of crops.
My journey starts in the ocean itself
Then I embrace the sunlight and rise to the heaven.
There I meet many of my friends
Then we are called clouds by the humans.
We travel with the wind
Over the needy fields and lawns.
Then we can stay up no more
So we fall down as shimmering drops.
But again I reach the oceans
After going through fields, lakes and homes.
I become quite an experienced droplet
Who is ready to go out again, alone.
