Down in the world of the Inklings, lives a little Inkling girl. She is 7 years of age and has a peculiar fascination with water. Her parents always told her that water is bad, for Inklings, being made of liquid, would dissolve in the water. But she just couldn't leave her love behind.
In her room, the girl played with her toys. She imagined the water as she played. How it was transparent, but had a tint of blue. The way it would swish and ripple at a single touch. She sighed, hopping onto her bed. She was tired with playing, so she fell back. Her head fell onto her pillow directly centre, and it held her head so lightly. She soon fell asleep.
Suddenly, the inkling was awoken by the pitter-pat of rain on her window. She excitedly ran towards her window, but to her dismay, she was was not tall enough to look out. As she slumped her back and began to walk back towards her bed, the girl spotted her pink, plastic chair, not to far away. She pushed it towards her window and climbed upon it, viewing the land below.
The rain on her window made it difficult to see, but she wasn't there for the view. She leaned over and opened the window slightly and a gush of wind invaded her room, making her stumble a bit from surprise. But soon the inkling regained her balance and leaned over the windowsill, once again, to reach the window. The rain was still pouring outside, she could smell the fresh scent of the rain. She wanted so badly to touch the rain, to feel it, hold it in the palm of her hand.
Since her arm was too short to reach outside the window, she clambered onto the windowsill and stood straight. She wasn't the tallest in her age group, with but she was smart. She gripped the handle of the open window, and slowly moved the other hand hand outwards, towards the falling droplets of rain.
Suddenly she stopped. What if rain was as harmful as they say? Sure, she believed them, but it didn't really occur to her until now. Clenching her fist, she looked up, determination in her eyes. Once again she moved her hand towards the, now wet, outside world. Her hand grazed the white window frame as her fingers made it outside. Immediately, she felt the cold air on her fingertips. The rain touched her fingers, and she winced slightly. It stung, but it wasn't as bad as she thought.
Once her full hand was in, water droplets collected in her palm. She looked at her hand, seeing it glowing slightly red. Her hand stung the more she held on. Shaking her hand, the water fell down. The inkling girl sighed, this experience being one she would never forget.
Loosening her grip on the handle, she turned around to get back to bed. As she put her foot down, she slipped and fell backwards, her back hitting the open window as she quickly clung onto the window ledge outside. The water that she shook from her hand had collected into a small puddle under her feet.
Her hand was shaking from how tightly she held on, knuckles turning white. Breathing heavily, she looked down slightly, placing her feet on the wall outside. The girl pulled herself up, safely, but her skin burned. She had blotches of red, where the rain had hit her exposed skin.
She closed the window and hopped down off the windowsill and onto her plastic chair, then sat down. The inkling looked at her arms and winced. She started to walk back to bed and then she climbed upon it and fell asleep.