A great movement of the earth heaved up a mass of rock. When the dust settled, the rock stood unmoved, stern and proud, thrust up into the sky. It stood unmoved through great winds and searing heat. In the season of rain, rain fell, and the great mass of rock still stood unmoved.
O little rain, the rock said, you lack ambition and achievement. You fall passively while I rise defiant into the skies.
The rock mused for a space. You can never rise to my stature, rain, the rock said, but I have taken an interest in you. Surely if you exert yourself, you can accomplish something. What is it you are now able to do?
The rain spoke. I cool the earth and raise crops. I travel down the great rivers. I fill the great seas. I flood towns. I raze rocks.