A Splash of Sky-Water

I hopped down from the kitchen floor and wriggled right under the soft rubber sweep of the front door to see the world! Cool air rushed over me, smelling like wet dirt and wild wind. Hehehe, outside at last! Right off the edge of the porch roof, fat droplets were falling in a neat, rhythmic tap-tap-tap. Moving swiftly, I wedged my broom firmly beneath my arm and nudged my cauldron right under the drip line. Plink! A fat drop of rainwater splashed dead center into my pot, swirling with the salt grains from last night. My potion is alive with sky-water!