Puff, a tiny, round cloud, floats peacefully, savoring the view below. The sky feels boundless, and every moment is filled with calm wonder. Puff watches birds dart through the air, admiring their grace, while the breeze carries lullabies only clouds can understand.

Without warning, Puff is swept far from the other clouds, spinning and tumbling through the heavens. The world below blurs, the familiar shapes of friends and distant mountains vanishing. "Oh no," Puff whispers, his voice trembling with fear. He drifts alone, the sky vast and unfamiliar.

Puff hovers above the parched land, heart heavy with worry. He remembers what clouds can do—how they bring precious rain to the world below. Gathering courage, Puff closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Puff[/@ch_1] as he concentrates. The first raindrops fall with a gentle patter, darkening the soil and kissing each flower’s face. The field seems to wake, petals unfolding and colors brightening in the rain’s embrace.] Drip… drop… drip. Each drop brings new life, and soon the flowers stand tall, smiling up at Puff with vibrant joy. The breeze stirs, carrying the sweet scent of blossoms and the laughter of grateful petals.

Puff drifts toward them, hope blooming in his heart. As he nears, a large, gentle cloud moves forward, its voice warm and kind. Big Cloud, leader of the sky, greets Puff. "You weren’t lost," Big Cloud rumbles, "You were just needed somewhere else."

Puff smiles, warmth filling every part of his fluffy form. He floats onward with the others, proud and peaceful, knowing he made a difference. The world feels bright, and Puff is no longer afraid.