Spider

   The spider  wanted to spin a new web. While his webs were practical, he also liked to make them pretty. His excuse for his friends was that they caught more flies. The truth was that he thought of himself as an artist and like every artist he needed inspiration. He looked towards the clouds  in search of it. In the sky, he didn't see clouds though. Because he was a spider, he saw the roof and a way to reach it.
  He climbed slowly up the waterspout with his head in the clouds. He was so distracted figuring out how to represent colours through web that he missed the slow pattering beginnings of rain and only  noticed  when it began to come down full force.The spider looked up in time to see a enormous wave of water come crashing down, directly at his head. He shut his mouth just as the water came rushing down and everything went black. 
 Three hours later the spider woke up in a coughing fit. He caught his breath and saw that the pipe was dry and that he was unhurt. Looking carefully for clouds and finding none he approached the gutter slowly. He began to climb as quickly as he could, not looking up but going as fast as possible. Finally he reached the top and gazed down at the farm below. 
  He had expected to be struck with awe and breathtaking wonder. He had expected that somehow by achieving what so few had done something within him would change. He had expected, at the very least inspiration for his greatest project yet. The only great discovery that day? The spider was deathly afraid of heights.