Piku floated above the hilltop village. Big clouds rumbled far away. She opened her mouth to rain.
Only a tiny drop plops onto a red rose below. Piku shrunk back. Her edges trembled.
Piku drifted to a dry garden patch and puffed her cheeks. A single drop fell. A butterfly landed on it.
Piku tried again, but only a whisper of mist escaped. A sparrow tilted its head and flew away.
Piku drifted toward a single wilted sunflower. Its petals drooped sadly. She closed her eyes.
She let go. A steady silvery drizzle poured down. The sunflower lifted its face.
Golden petals opened wide. Piku hummed a quiet tune. She had done it.
Piku floated higher. Below, the village sparkled with wet gardens. She didn't need to rumble. She just drizzled.
