The Salt Shaker That Shook Up a Storm
Great-aunt Fern kept an old glass salt shaker next to her stove. It looked ordinary, but one summer afternoon, when Mei was helping to make soup, she gave it a shake over the pot. A small gray cloud puffed out, and a little rain fell right into the soup.
"Oh dear," said Great-aunt Fern. "That shaker is a storm shaker. I forgot to tell you."
Mei peeked inside. The shaker was full of tiny white crystals that shimmered. She tipped it again, just a pinch, over the dry flowerpot on the windowsill. A cloud hovered above the soil and gave the plant a gentle sprinkle.
"It is not for soup," said Great-aunt Fern, laughing. "It is for thirsty plants."
For the rest of the week, Mei watered the whole windowsill garden with just a pinch each morning. The basil grew tall and the violets stayed bright.
The soup, by the way, tasted a bit watery. But Mei's great-aunt said it was the best rainy-day soup she had ever eaten.