Bolda's Sky Journey

by

Thomas

Thomas

Bolda's Sky Journey

A story about Where does rain come from?

for your 2nd Grader.

A young Viking girl gazes at the quiet sea, shading her eyes with one hand. In the background, simple huts line the rocky shore.

Bolda the Bright lived in a small Viking village by the wide, blue ocean. Each morning, she watched the wooden boats bob on gentle waves and dreamed of exciting journeys far away.

Raindrops splatter on the soggy ground, forming tiny puddles next to a large rock. In the background, storm clouds swirl across the sky.

One day, Bolda prepared to climb the grassy hills behind the village. Suddenly, a dark cloud passed over the sky, and a heavy rainstorm poured down, soaking her from head to toe!

Bolda wrings out her cloak while listening to the wise elder. In the background, a flickering lantern hangs near a wooden door.

Bolda rushed inside, shaking off droplets from her wool cloak. The village elder saw her sad face and said, “Rain can appear quickly. But it has an important job in our world.”

An old scroll showing swirling arrows for evaporation, condensation, and rain rests on a sturdy table. In the background, a small window reveals sunlight breaking through clouds.

Curious, Bolda begged the elder to explain why the clouds let down rain so suddenly. The elder spoke of the water cycle, where water travels up into the air and comes back down again.

Bolda carefully ties thick rope around the sides of her half-built wooden vessel. In the background, a pile of extra wood is stacked near a simple workbench.

“I must see this for myself,” Bolda said. She gathered strong planks and rope from the village. With quick hands, she built a small wooden vessel, hoping it could ride across the sky like a ship at sea.

Bolda stands at the front of her wooden vessel, rising among fluffy, white clouds. In the background, a soft glow from the rising sun brightens the sky.

At dawn, Bolda sailed her vessel into the billowy clouds, where condensed water droplets floated like mist. She shivered in the chill air but held tight to the wooden prow.

Whirling droplets and gusts of air swirl around the wooden vessel's sides. In the background, thick gray clouds rumble overhead.

Suddenly, a fierce gust whipped through the clouds. Wind howled, and water droplets clung to Bolda’s hair. “This is harder than I thought,” she muttered, her heart pounding.

A wool cloak billows in the swirling wind, its edges flecked with raindrops. In the background, far-off lightning flashes behind dark clouds.

Thunder boomed, and Bolda recalled the elder’s words: “Always seek shelter in a storm, or wear a sturdy cloak to keep warm.” She clutched her cloak around her shoulders, determined to keep going.

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