Story of My Drop

Abby Sorlie, 4th grade, High Lakes Elementary

Drip, drip, drip. As I heard my fellow companions fall into the gutter, I thought, “What will I see on my journey to the Pacific Ocean?” I am a simple drop of water. One of a million who had snowed down in February. But now it was May, and all the snow had melted. All the water was dripping off the rooftop of High Lakes Elementary.

Plop. I fell right into the gutter and was speeding down the pipe to the outlet.

I exited and whoosh, I was flying up into the sky. I landed right in the middle of hundreds of other drops. I looked around and realized that I was in a cloud. I stayed in that cloud for two weeks. One day, just when I was wondering when I would get out of here…I felt a lurch, and then the sensation of falling down, down, down, until, splat, I fell with a plop right in the Columbia River. It was enormous.

I traveled in the Columbia River for five days. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, I felt a sudden burst of saltiness. I looked around. I had made it to the Pacific Ocean!