Nimbus, a small, round, and especially cheerful cloud, floats among the others. He watches as his cloud friends sprinkle rain over the earth, making flowers bloom and rivers flow. Nimbus wiggles with excitement, wanting to help, but when he tries to cry, not a single raindrop falls. "Why can't I make it rain like everyone else?"
Nimbus floats sadly, watching as the other clouds shower the earth with gentle rain. He tries and tries, squinting and squeezing, but all that happens is a tiny shimmer—no rain. "Maybe I'm just not meant to help," he sighs, feeling alone.
Nimbus meets clouds of every shape and size, asking each one for advice. Some are wispy and light, others dark and thunderous, but no one knows why he can’t cry. "Have you ever felt different?" he asks a shimmering silver cloud. The silver cloud smiles and replies, "Sometimes being different means you have a special gift waiting to be found."
Nimbus is startled as the sparkles fall, landing gently on the village below. Children look up in amazement, reaching out to catch the twinkling lights. Their laughter fills the air, and flowers begin to shimmer with new colors. "I've never seen anything so magical!" a child exclaims.
Nimbus beams with pride as his friends cheer for him. "Even without rain, you make the world more joyful," says a friendly puffy cloud. Nimbus realizes he doesn’t need to be like everyone else—his difference brings happiness to all.
Nimbus floats high, showering the world with rainbow sparkles. "I’m happy to be me," he laughs, swirling with joy as everyone celebrates the magic of being unique.
