This is a story of a small world. A very small world, filled
with monsters and magic and miracles. The hero of the story
is Drippy. Drippy was a raindrop. You may have thought that
a raindrop was nothing but a drop of water, but everything in
the universe is alive. So whenever you feel a summer rain,
that's Drippy and his brothers and his sisters and his cousins.
Drippy was born on a blade of grass on a foggy morning in
Los Angels, California. Now because you are so much larger
than a raindrop, a blade of grass seems very tiny to you.
But to Drippy, a blade of grass was like a tall tree. It waved in the breeze, blown back and forth by the
wind. All of Drippy's brothers and sisters and his cousins stayed on their blades of grass. But Drippy kept
dripping down to the ground. That is why his mother, Mrs. Dewdrop, named him Drippy.