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“Don’t you get it?!” one dust shouted at the stunned Michael. “If those raindrops hit us, they will surely bring us to the ground and then we are free no more! We will fall on the roof, on the road, on the soil! Then we will become part of a puddle or the sea! We will become heavy and sticky and we cannot float anymore!” We will need many, many months for a chance to dry up and wait for the wind to pick us up before we can become happy floating dusts again.”