AnxiousAthena
it soaked into the air , forming a cloud. It was ready to see all the little people down there. It liked hitting the people who scared spit, or the person crying. because somehow that rain droplet was a vapor at one point, and it is a part of your story.
As she sat in her bed she thought of how the polar caps could possibly be melting . How everyone thought that their problems were bigger than something that could possibly alter our entire lives, but we were too stuck up our own butts to understand this concept.