brought. Some of them slid down the slanting roofs of houses and
filled the wells. Our two little raindrops with five others, went
down into the brown earth and cheered up the roots. Then they
travelled on, and by and by they came out again further down the
hill, and made a beautiful spring, around which little children
played. The spring soon helped make a brook, that flowed down
over the hillsides, winding in and out among the rocks, washing
them smooth and round, singing as it rippled on its way.

By and by it met some more brooks and they made a stream. The
sunbeams loved the clear stream and danced to and fro over its
surface, as it rushed joyously onward, turning the busy mill
wheels, and keeping the grass and flowers alive and beautiful.
Sometimes weary travellers walked along its banks, and stooped
and quenched their thirst with its pure, cool water. While the
stream journeyed on, it met other streams and they made a
rivulet, and by and by the rivulet heard a low voice calling,
"Come with me and I will show you the mightiest of waters." So
the rivulet joined the river, and together they travelled on till
they heard the deep voice of the ocean welcoming them to its
cave.

Where were the little raindrops that left Cloudland early in the
morning? They were playing among the ocean waves, and helping to
rock the ships that sailed over the waters. At sunset a
vapor-boat carried the drops back home and in the eastern sky
they stood with robes of red, orange, yellow, green, blue,
indigo, and violet, and made a bright bow of promise.

As they looked down upon Earthdom once more, everything was