Wrote this a couple of years ago for a Year 4 (8/9 year olds) class assembly to explain the water cycle. It was performed with great enjoyment. Imagine a primary school hall with bits of PE equipment with 'clouds' stuck to them etc. Odd stage directions, they were to tell the children when to sing/dance etc.

This story is about Randolph, who is about to embark on an amazing journey.  A journey that will have him plummeting through the air, racing along streams, crashing down water falls, splashing into the sea, flying up through the air and many other rather wet adventures.  Randolph though, does not mind one bit, because this is the ever continuing saga of Randolph the Raindrop.

It was a lovely, quiet day up in the sky.  The sun was shining, the breeze was gently pushing the clouds across the blue heavens.  It was so peaceful all the little raindrops had fallen to sleep.

Sergeant H2O:  Wake up you ‘orrible little shower!  Wake up I say.  Cold front approaching.  Get yourselves sorted there.  RANDOLPH – what do you think you’re doing?  Get in there with the rest of them you little drip!  Just because you’re wet behind the ears doesn’t mean you can’t do as you’re told.

Randolph: Yes sir, Sergeant H2O sir!

Sergeant: Now then men, get ready.  Headquarters say there’s a cold wind on it’s way.  This could be it.  The big one.  Tally-ho!

Randolph: You mean we’re going?  We’re actually going to jump at last?

Sergeant:  Looks that way son.  Now look out, here it comes.

[Sun covered by cloud.  Wind noises.  Chant, getting louder and louder: it’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring.  R jumps from S/H to crash mat.  Stands in front of  stream thing.]

Randolph:  Whoa!  That was fun. Hang on though.  This is even better!

Sheep:  You young raindrops.  All the same.  Fall down from the sky as if it had never happened before.

Randolph:  What do you mean?  This is great fun.

Sheep:  When I was a lamb there was none of this you know.  A skip around the meadow was all we got.

Randolph:  You old fuddy duddy.  I’m having fun.  This stream is great.  It’s just like a roller coaster.  Wheeee!

[Another raindrop, Reginald, bumps into Randolph from another stream.]

Reginald:  Watch it mate.  You nearly knocked me onto the bank then.

Randolph:  Sorry.  Can’t help it.  This stream is so fast.

Reginald:  Yeah, know what you mean.  Reg, by the way.  Reginald Raindrop.

Randolph:  Pleased to meet you Reg.  Randolph, Randolph Raindrop.  Perhaps we’re cousins or something?
Reginald:  Could be.  Although Raindrop’s quite a common name around here.

[Song: Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head.]

Randolph:  Phew, I’m glad that’s over with.  I can slow down a  bit now.

Reginald:  Don’t tell me you can’t take the pace.

Randolph:  Well, I’m not as young as I used to be you know.

Sheep:  Who’s a fuddy duddy now? Baaa.

Reginald:  Actually I could do with a rest myself.  I think we should just wander around for a bit and see what develops.

Randolph:  Mmmm.  Lovely.  Just look at the views down the valley.

Painting of views down the valley.

Randolph:  What’s that noise then?

Reginald:  What noise?

Randolph:  That noise.  You know.

Reginald:  What noise mate?  I think you’re going a bit daft or something.

Randolph:  Surely you can hear it now.  It’s getting louder.

Reginald:  Actually I can.  What was it uncle Raymond used to say?

Randolph:  Uncle Raymond?  Blue, a bit damp with wet bits?

Reginald:  Yes, that’s the chap.

Randolph.  We must be related then!

Reginald:  Never mind that now!  Jump!

[Waterfall dance with accompanying music and blue wavy things.]

Randolph:  Phew.  That was a close shave.

Reginald:  Yes.  Thought I’d had my chips then.

Randolph:  Still, alright now.

Reginald:  What’s that thing up ahead?

Randolph:  Don’t know.  Is that one of those human things standing by it?

Reginald:  I think I’ll go and have a look.

Randolph:  Do you think you should?  It looks awfully dangerous to me.

Reginald:  Oh don’t be so wet Randolph. 

[Goes up to tube. (Plastic thing) and gets sucked up to accompanying sucking sounds.]

Farmer:  There. That’ll be my carrots all growing nicely.  Oo-ar.

Randolph:  Reginald!  Oh Reginald.

[Funeral March.  Reginald Raindrop RIP.]

Randolph:  Where am I now?

Seagull:  Squark!  You’re in the estuary now little raindrop.  Not much further to go.

Randolph:  But I can hardly see the riverbank.  Mind you, my eyesight’s not what it was.

Seagull:  You’re getting old and slow now little raindrop.   Squark. Bye.

Randolph:  Bye.  Cheeky thing.  Hello, what’s this tickling my feet.

Fish:  Hello.  Fish here.  Michael Fish.

Randolph:  Michael Fish?  Haven’t I seen you on the telly?

Fish:  Yes.  Strange But True.  The Weather Predicting Fish.  Turned out nice again!  Bye!

Randolph:  Bye.  Cor.  It is getting hot.  Whoa!  What’s happening.  I’m flying!

[The water cycle explained]

Sergeant:  Come on Randolph.  Stand up straight boy.

Randolph.  Yes sir Sergeant H2O sir.

Sergeant:  Come on boy.  Chest out.  You’re not going to rain on my parade.

Randolph:  No sir.  Do you think we should be going sir?  It’s getting awfully cold up here.

Sergeant:  Go on then.  JUMP!

[Randolph jumps. ]