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Here I am, Debbie Droplet, sitting with my friends 

Mya, Jake, and Kelly in the cool water underneath 

the cliffs.

The water we are sitting in is called ground water 

because it is water that has soaked into the soil.  

Suddenly, I feel us starting to move through the soil, 

gravel, sand, and rock. What is happening? 

"We're moving into the ocean!" Kelly yells.

All of a sudden, I see Jake disappear underground. 

Before I can yell, we're out in the sunlight, all 

thoughts of Jake gone.

The sun is beating off my back and 

I'm starting to wish we were back 

underground.   It is a very hot day 

and it doesn't help that Mya, Kelly, 

and other water droplets are 

squished right up next to me.  

Abruptly, I feel myself becoming warmer.   So much warmer 

that I start to sweat.   Just kidding, water droplets can not 

sweat.   Anyway, I look down at myself and gasp in disbelief.  

Where am I?  

"We're water vapour!"   Mya yells.

Oh, that makes more sense.   I feel my body start to relax 

and sigh.   Everything is totally fine.   We are just going 

through the process of evaporation, when water changes 

into water vapour.   That's why I can't see myself.   Water 

vapour is completely invisible.   I figure out another reason 

why I feel so much warmer.   It's because I'm not in the 

water anymore.   I'm rising up into the sky toward the sun.  

Eventually, we become very high in the sky.  

Without warning, I feel myself being squished 

closer to the others, who are now water 

droplets.   Wait a second.   So if they're water 

droplets.. that means... Yipee! I can see myself 

now! We have just gone through condensation, 

the process where water vapour turns into 

liquid water.  

Up in the sky, I grab the nearest dust 

particle, which is also floating, and hold on 

for dear life.   I see Mya and Kelly do the 

same, holding onto different particles than 

me.   "Well," I say sadly, "Looks like we won't 

be on the same cloud."   My dust particle and 

others were filling up, forming fog.  

Eventually, my fog, now turned cloud, 

becomes so big that the air can't keep us up 

anymore.  

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