Water. Water everywhere. It fell from the sky in the most spectacular fashion. And oh, how the wind could shift it! The water would fall straight down, at a steep slant, then back again. It came in glorious waves. How could he not have his face pressed against the glass? On his world, water never came from the sky. He finally couldn’t hold back his fascination any longer. This strange water beckoned him. He sprinted outside and flung out his arms. The chilly liquid pattered against his orange-tinted skin and pale yellow hair. It was exhilarating! He turned his head skyward. Only to shake it and blink when drops entered his eyes. But he still smiled. Pivoting, he motioned for his scaled pet to join him. When it refused, he went back in and grabbed the medium-sized creature. Ignoring its protests and squirms. A laugh escaped him as he ran around, carrying his pet. This was the most fun he ever had. The most joy he ever felt. He knew no one at home would believe him, but he couldn’t wait to tell them about the water that fell from the sky.