Nimbus, a small, wispy cloud, watches as other clouds rush by, releasing showers and storms. Nimbus feels a little lonely and wonders why he can't rain like the others.
Nimbus floats quietly, feeling left out as the bigger clouds collaborate to form thunderous rains. He wishes he could join them, but no drops fall from him. He sighs and decides to go on a journey to understand his purpose.
"Hello, Nimbus! You look a little down," the rainbow says kindly.
"I just wish I could rain like the other clouds," Nimbus replies.
"Sometimes, being different is a good thing. I can only appear after a rain, so maybe you have a unique role too," the rainbow encourages.
"Patience, little cloud," the mountain rumbles.
"But I want to find my purpose now," Nimbus insists.
"Purpose comes with time. Even I took centuries to reach these heights," the mountain advises.
"Nimbus, you brighten my day just by being there," the sunflower beams.
"I never thought of that," Nimbus muses.
"Even without rain, your presence is delightful," the sunflower reassures.
"I rarely see rain, but I have my own beauty," the desert speaks softly.
"I guess beauty can exist without rain," Nimbus reflects.
"Exactly, you can bring something special too," the desert suggests.
Nimbus realizes his gift isn't in raindrops but in creating a beautiful morning mist. The world gently stirs awake, appreciating the soft caress of the mist. Nimbus smiles, knowing he has found his unique way to help the earth.
