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Waiting....
Rain, it knows its far, far away. And so, it choose to take a chance and wait it out beneath the leafs. In a tiny reservoir, he holds some water, on wich it can survive for a long time. But underneath the same tree, a lot of its friends have lost the fight. Empty shells litter the ground, making for a graveyard of tiny lives that ended by the draught. But rain will come shortly little fella... so stay strong, wait and see. Or so... we hope...
Waiting....
Rain, it knows its far, far away. And so, it choose to take a chance and wait it out beneath the leafs. In a tiny reservoir, he holds some water, on wich it can survive for a long time. But underneath the same tree, a lot of its friends have lost the fight. Empty shells litter the ground, making for a graveyard of tiny lives that ended by the draught. But rain will come shortly little fella... so stay strong, wait and see. Or so... we hope...