A man dying of thirst watches raindrops fall one at a time. The entire film is him trying to catch them. There is no dialogue, no music, just a human body versus gravity and desperation playing out in pure visual comedy that makes you understand why animation was ever invented in the first place. The slapstick is so precise it becomes almost meditative. This is what happens when a filmmaker trusts the audience to understand pain through watching, not explaining. A six-minute masterclass in how much can happen when you remove every distraction except the image itself.

A castaway drifts on a small raft in the open sea, badly in need of something to drink. His only hope is three drops of rainwater clinging to the raft's mast, close enough to see but stubbornly unwilling to fall into his mouth. What unfolds is a battle of wits and desperation as the thirsty man tries again and again to get at those precious few drops. The comedy is simple and gag-driven, built on the kind of back-and-forth chase humor found in Tom and Jerry. This short film is one of Tezuka Osamu's independent works, produced in about a week, with every background drawn by Tezuka himself.