Boony felt small and uncertain, surrounded by the soft mist of the cloud. The sky stretched vast and blue, with wisps of vapor swirling gently around him. Light filtered through the cloud, painting everything in silvery shades that shimmered whenever the wind tugged at their home.
"Am I just a tiny speck in this enormous world?" whispered Boony, his voice barely louder than the sigh of the breeze.
Boony felt a flutter of fear as the cloud could no longer hold him. He tumbled from the sky, spinning past rays of sunlight and other droplets, his heart racing as the earth rushed closer. The wind carried him gently, and the world below seemed to unfold in dazzling colors—green leaves, glistening puddles, and shimmering glass.
"Will I disappear? Where will I go?" Boony wondered, the uncertainty weighing heavily within him.
Boony admired the beauty around him—the leaf shimmering with sunlight, the garden alive with color and motion. Yet something inside felt unsettled, as if he were meant for more than this fleeting moment. The world was wide, and the leaf, though lovely, could not be his forever home.
"This is beautiful," Boony thought, "but I cannot stay." He gazed beyond the leaf, spotting a silent glass waiting on a nearby table.
As Boony flowed into the glass, he marveled at how he did not spill or vanish. Instead, he became the glass’s very shape, transparent and calm, capturing the golden sunlight that danced through the window. For the first time, a sense of peace settled over him, as if he had found a place to belong.
"I am not lost—I adapt," Boony realized, feeling a gentle satisfaction as the glass held him safely.
As Boony settled into the bowl, he watched other droplets gather, their reflections twinkling as they caught the light. Together, they formed a bright, living surface—clear, unified, and full of quiet energy. The journey from cloud to leaf to glass now made sense, and Boony felt the truth rising within him.
"I do not carry a shape of my own," he whispered, "I belong wherever I am needed." The bowl brimmed with purpose, and Boony felt complete.
Boony remembered his long journey: falling as rain, flowing through streams, nourishing plants, and quenching the thirst of animals and people. Because he could take any shape, he was cherished, shared, and used with care—essential for every living thing. His purpose was clear.
"I may change my shape," Boony thought, "but my purpose remains the same—to give life." Resting in the still bowl, surrounded by friends, Boony felt wholly at peace, knowing he was truly complete.
