Rain left the mountain slowly, rolling down with the streams until he joined a busy river. The water moved fast here, pulling him along like an eager friend.
Children played on the banks, throwing stones that skipped across the surface. Some landed in Rain with a happy plop, sending little rings out in all directions. Fishermen stood quietly, their lines dipping into the current. Each time Rain brushed their hats or hands, it felt like a small hello.
A wooden waterwheel creaked and turned, powered by the flow. Rain felt proud to help, even in a small way. But when the current grew too strong, it spilled over the banks. He saw the worry on a villager's face as water pushed too close to their home.
The river taught Rain something important that day - it's not just about moving; it's about knowing when to slow down. Balance keeps you welcome wherever you go.
With that lesson in his heart, Rain drifted onward, ready to see where the river would take him next.