The Raincloud Fish by Liberty Long

Liberty Long, Writer

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At One point in time, it never rained. To get water people would have to walk miles to find streams, rivers, ponds, or lakes for water. Once that source of water ran out, they would have to walk around to find a new one.

One day, a young man was collecting water from an almost empty pond. While filling up his second bucket, a fish poked its head out of the water.

“Why are you taking all my water?” asked the fish.

The man paused in confusion of how the fish could talk. Finally he answered, “Me and my family need water to drink and to give our crops.”

“Why don’t you just collect rainwater, instead of taking my water?” the fish asked curiously.

The man had a puzzled face as he asked the fish, “What is rain?”

“Rain is the water that falls from the sky. Normally in little drops.” The fish explained.

“I have never seen rain before.” The man said, “How do we get it to rain?”

“Oh well you need to get the cloud orb.” The fish started to explain the long journey to get the orb. He explained how you would have to swim miles down into the ocean.

“How am I supposed to swim that long without air?” the man said. “You can breathe underwater, so can you go for me?” asked the man.

The fish thought about it for a few minutes, finally he had an answer. “I will do it, if you promise not to take any more of my water.”

“I promise to stop taking your water, if you bring us rain.” The man said to the fish.

The fish had said his goodbye and told the man to come back in three days. The fish had disappeared from the surface of the water. He went through a tunnel, which led into the ocean. The further down he went, the darker it got. He could barely see his surroundings.

After hours of swimming, he finally found it. A big tube. He swam in and a loud noise was coming from underneath him. Within seconds, he was shot up into the air, out of the water, and into a thin stream of water, in a cloud. He followed the current of the stream. He saw the orb. He swam up to it and swallowed it. Then he left to return.

The man had returned to the same pond three days later. Hours had gone by as he waited for the fish. He gained doubt in the fish’s survival on the journey. But soon enough, the fish popped its head out of the water.

“You must carry me to your home, in a bucket. As long as I am in your village, rain shall come!” the fish told the man as he was put into the bucket.

The man took the fish, in his bucket, home. When he arrived, he got a big clear bowl and dumped the fish in. The next morning, the man had awoken to a dark and cloudy sky. He walked outside and felt a drop of water land on his head. He rushed back inside and got all his buckets. Within hours, they were filled with water. More and more people started keeping fish in their homes, hoping to bring more rain. And that is why today, we have fish as pets.


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