In creative writing, as part of their work on
rivers, Y6P have been working together to write stories about the life of a
raindrop.
Dean and Luke wrote:
The first thing I saw from that dark, wet puddle on
Marston Lane was, strangely, the bottom of a child’s shoe. The child stepped
right on my chest and I was transported onto his shoe. From there, I had a
great view of all the surrounding houses all made of deep orange bricks. Sadly,
I didn’t have time to say farewell to my good friends in the puddle. I wasn’t
that worried though, because I knew I was in for the adventure of a lifetime…
Down the road I continued, on the child’s shoe, past
dozens of other raindrops falling around me, splashing to the ground in a wake
of pleasure and enjoyment that I vividly remember from my first few days as a
raindrop; after being evaporated up from the sea. “Good luck!” I shouted.
The young boy carried on down the road until he
reached a house-just like the others- with a white door and a brass knocker
that read, 113. He rapped on the door using his fist; he was too short to reach
the knocker. After a few seconds, a face full of delight opened the door and
the boy stepped inside. He immediately took off his shoes and put them outside.
In the distance, I saw a vague figure bounding
towards me… a dog! I panicked! – I couldn’t stop myself. Was I really going to
be licked up by some horrid, mangy animal? It turned out I wasn’t. He merely
picked up the shoe and I was carried to the bottom of the garden where the sun
beamed strongly down on me till it hurt! I swear back then I felt a shrinking
sensation charge through me. After what seemed like hours of this intensive
torture, I finally evaporated and drifted up
to join my other pals up in the clouds to condense. A shiver ran through
me as I levitated higher and higher into the sky. It was much colder up here
than down in that cruel place the ground-dwellers call home.
Soon enough, I was back in the fluffy, wet cotton
balls ready to start an adventure all over again.
Rachel and Will wrote:
A Raindrop’s Adventure
I remember the first time I saw
the sky at the start of my adventure. I knew I only had a certain amount of
time before my long journey,that every raindrop goes through.
Suddenly, I felt like I was
flying and as I travelled up with my friends, I saw it was true, I really was
moving! Some of the older raindrops told us that none of the humans could see
us and that we were evaporating!
After a while, we slowed down and
formed a big fluffy blob. We spent a while being blown around by the wind but
we got cold so when hovering over a mountain, we decided to come down again.
Eventually, we hit he ground and
flowed into a river. Our river got faster and faster until we had so much power
we could pick up rocks and twigs. It was so much fun running down the stream
with my friends but after a long while we saw our destination – The Sea! As we
came to the sea I felt the salt rushing into me. It was the greatest adventure
of my life.
But one day I felt myself flying
towards the sky again. However, this time I knew where we were going. Our
adventure was starting again!
