Nimbus, the little cloud, watches the world below with concern. He feels anxious, afraid that rain might spoil the peaceful morning. He drifts quietly, hoping no one will notice him lingering above.
"If I rain, will I ruin their day?" Nimbus wonders aloud, gazing at the children’s picnic blankets and the delicate petals of wildflowers.
He sees children running beneath him, chasing butterflies and giggling. The flowers sway gently in the breeze, but their leaves look dry, and the grass beneath them loses its shimmer. Nimbus feels a pang in his heart, wishing he could help without causing sadness.
"Maybe I should stay dry, just for today," he sighs, feeling small and unsure.
Oakley, the ancient tree, notices Nimbus’s hesitation and calls out, his voice gentle but firm.
"Little cloud, why do you hover so worriedly?"
"I don’t want to ruin anyone’s day with my rain," Nimbus replies, his fluff shrinking with worry.
"Rain brings life, dear Nimbus. Without you, we thirst and wilt. You have a gift—don’t hide it away," Oakley reassures him, his leaves rustling with wisdom.
Nimbus sees fields beyond the meadow, their crops curling inward, desperate for water. He feels the weight of his purpose pressing gently on his heart. He remembers Oakley’s words and wonders if his rain could be a blessing rather than a burden.
"Maybe my rain is needed for happiness to grow," Nimbus whispers, his form swelling with hope.
Children splash in puddles, animals drink deeply, and flowers lift their faces to the sky. The world glows with renewed life, and Nimbus feels a warm glow inside. He realizes his worth, understanding that his gift brings joy and growth.
"I am not a ruin; I am a reason," Nimbus smiles, shining with newfound purpose.
He watches over the world, knowing his rain brought hope and happiness. The meadow whispers thanks, and Oakley’s leaves shimmer in the moonlight. Nimbus feels love and belonging, embracing his purpose with gentle pride.
"Tomorrow, I will rain again—because every gift matters," Nimbus promises, drifting into the night.
