On top of the hill on small rock bowl is a little spring, this spring gushes out. She was very weak and found it difficult to come out, with great difficulty she came out of the rocks and started to explore the hills around her.
Small and dainty, other springs loved the little spring, and gave her generous helpings of their water, slowly the spring grew into a strong but gentle stream. She would meander down the hills, helping creatures along the way. she would gently touch the roots of the tree to quench their thirst, little animals would come to her banks and sip water, down the stream at the village came to wash clothes and collect water for the day.
In the days of yore farmers came to bathe their cattle, now the truckers came to clean their trucks, but trucks were not like the cattle that ate grass, they were man made monsters that guzzled a dark, poison called petrol, they would then throw out black smoke, unlike the cattle that threw out dung the dung in turn fed the trees, the black smoke could nourish no one, infact they would only kill.
As the summer grew stronger, the tired clouds, would begin to drink water from the bubbly little stream. The sun unable to bear his own heat would take in sips of the water too. the clouds would take in so much of water, the heat on one side made them tired, and water they drank made them slow, instead of moving briskly with the breeze the clouds began to amble.
Slowly being in the sun and too much of water turned the clouds from bright happy white to a darkish cloud, the vibrant warmth turned in cold heaviness.
One morning as the clouds ambled along, the weight of their body was so much, the eyes puffed up they could not see what was ahead of them, the sky god tried to warn the cloud, he kept flashing lights, but the poor cloud could see the flashes either and the inevitable took place the cloud tripped, crashing headlong into the rock.
The noise was tremendous and scary, the little children in the city were scared. The little children in the villages came right out of them houses with cheeky grins to see what was up, they saw the cloud trip and drops of water fell right on them.
A drop first, and then another, until water came down as continuous stream.
Up on the mountain the little spring who was drained by the heat, saw the flashes too, she wanted to warn the cloud but she was too weak her voice could not be heard, she called for friends but they were tired too, they the frightening loud noises, and were terrified, there was nothing they could to save their friends, but then as the cloud tripped all the water that he carried but did not need began falling down,
Drop by the drop, the thirsty spring lapped it up, the parched tree lapped it up, the animals rejoiced as their friend the spring would come down to them again.
As she filled up the spring started visiting her friends and as the water went out of the clouds the cloud felt light and healthy again.