I was just a kid. Around seven years old when Gret and I became friends. I lived in a dry area where it had never rained till that one day where I met Gret. The last time it had rained where we lived was over 90 years ago.
I was playing outside while my family were inside doing the usual- watching TV, they never went outside. When I felt the drop on my shoulder I got scared. I had never learned about rain till then, never even heard of it before. It was clear and I thought someone was trying to kill me. But then more and more water drops fell to the floor and started to stir up the brown dirt, producing puddles. I thought if this is how I’m going to die I may as well have a good time. So I started jumping in the puddles. It was fun. Gooey dirt flying everywhere.
My clothes were getting ruined but I was not worried. But then I was worried when something grabbed the back of my foot. A hand similar to a human’s but also completely different. It had a cold touch to it. I looked over my shoulder to see a blue, human sized blob. He spoke in a wise voice and said ‘I have chosen you’. After he had said that he started moving backwards towards a dry area, still holding onto my foot. He stood up. He then touched me on my shoulder and when I looked down at myself I saw I was clean and dry. He was magic! Turns out I did not die. And we are now best friends.