Nimbus felt his mist swirl with pride and happiness. "Maybe I can’t rain, but I can help in my own way," he said, his voice now steady and bright. Sage Palm nodded, his fronds shimmering. "Every cloud has its purpose, Nimbus. The desert is grateful for yours."

Cumulus floated over, curiosity replacing mockery. "Nimbus, where have you been? Why are all those animals so happy to see you?" Nimbus beamed, his edges glowing with confidence. "I may not know how to rain, but I can bring shade to those who need it most. I’ve found my own special way to help." The other clouds drifted closer, seeing Nimbus in a new light, and the sky filled with laughter—this time, warm and welcoming, as Nimbus floated proudly among them.