Leo sat quietly, listening to his heart thump like gentle rain against the window. Everything seemed peaceful, but inside, he felt a swirl of something he couldn’t name—big and confusing, like a mix of all the colors in his crayon box. He watched a cloud drift lazily by, wishing someone could help him understand why he sometimes felt stormy inside.

Nimbus the Cloud[/@ch_2] hovers by Leo’s bed, radiating warmth and calm.] "Good morning, Leo! Did you know your feelings are like the weather?" Leo blinked in surprise, his frown fading as he sat up straighter. "I’m Nimbus, your friendly cloud. When your heart feels cloudy, I bring the Emotional Weather Report," Nimbus said, swirling with sparkles. Nimbus the Cloud explained that every feeling is a kind of weather, and learning their names is the first step to understanding them.

"Sometimes, I feel a Thunderstorm in my chest. My face gets hot, and I want to shout," Nimbus the Cloud nodded, rain drops sparkling on his cheeks. "That’s Anger, Leo—a Thunderstorm! Thunderstorms are strong and loud, but they don’t last forever. When a Thunderstorm comes, try Nature’s Solution: close your eyes, take three deep breaths, and imagine roots growing from your feet, anchoring you like an old, wise tree," Leo tried it, and felt the storm inside him soften, turning into gentle rain.

"Sometimes, a Whirlwind makes me feel twisty and scared. My thoughts spin and spin," Nimbus the Cloud floated closer, his voice gentle as a breeze. "That’s Anxiety, Leo—a Whirlwind! When the Whirlwind hits, try Nature’s Solution: stand tall, press your feet to the floor, and say, ‘I am an oak tree—strong and steady,’" Leo stood strong, his feet pressed to the rug, and the spinning slowed.

Leo smiled, remembering how he calmed his Thunderstorm and steadied his Whirlwind that day. He opened the window wide, breathing in the fresh, hopeful air. "I’m the forecaster of my own emotional weather. I can name my feelings and help them pass," Nimbus the Cloud twinkled, floating higher on a gentle breeze.

"Every kind of weather belongs, Leo. Storms, rain, and wind—they help the flowers grow, just like feelings help you learn and shine," Leo beamed, whispering a promise to himself. "When I name my feelings, I can weather any storm,"