High above the Arabian Sea, inside a fluffy white cloud, there lived a tiny water drop named Boond. She lived with millions of other water drops, floating peacefully in the sky.

“I wonder what’s down there,” said Boond, looking at the coastline of Mumbai far below. “I want to see the world!”

“Be careful what you wish for,” said an older drop named Dhara. “Once you fall, the journey is long and unpredictable!”

Just then, the cloud grew dark and heavy. It couldn’t hold all the water drops anymore. “It’s time!” announced the Thunder. “Everyone — FALL!”

And Boond fell! Down, down, down through the cool air. This was RAIN! Boond was a raindrop!

“WHEEEEE!” she screamed, tumbling through the sky. She landed — SPLASH — in a puddle on a street in Mumbai.

A little girl jumped right into the puddle! “I love the rain!” laughed the girl. Boond laughed too.

The puddle drained into a small stream. The stream flowed into the Mithi River. Boond was on an adventure!

In the river, she met fish, turtles, and other creatures. “Where are you going?” asked a friendly turtle.

“I don’t know!” said Boond. “Wherever the water takes me!”

The river carried Boond into the vast Arabian Sea. It was enormous! Boond felt tiny but thrilled.

Days passed. The hot sun beat down on the ocean. Boond felt herself getting warmer and lighter. She was evaporating! Rising up, up, up as invisible water vapour!

Higher she rose, until the air became cold. The vapour condensed — Boond became a water drop again! She joined millions of other drops inside a new cloud.

“I’m back!” said Boond. “I went from a cloud to rain to a puddle to a river to the ocean — and now I’m a cloud again!”

“That’s the water cycle,” said wise old Dhara. “We’ve been doing this journey for millions of years. Falling, flowing, rising, returning. Over and over. We are eternal.”

Boond smiled. She looked down at the Earth — at the rivers, the oceans, the green forests — all connected by water.

“I’ll go on this journey a thousand more times,” she said happily. “And each time, I’ll see something new!”

And somewhere in India, right now, Boond is falling as rain, flowing in a river, or rising as vapour. She is everywhere — because water never stops its magnificent journey.