Elena stood in the middle of a sun-drenched meadow, her gaze fixed on the clouds above. Each one seemed alive to her, whispering secrets only she could hear. "Are you watching over us?" she murmured, her voice hopeful against the gentle rustling of grass.

Elena wandered through the village, her mind still dancing with thoughts of angels. Her mother, Maria, a kind woman with wise eyes and a gentle smile, noticed her daughter's faraway expression. "What do you see in those clouds, my dear?" Elena smiled, "I see angels, Mama. I feel like they're guiding us." Maria nodded thoughtfully, "Perhaps they are, Elena. Perhaps they are."

As the first drops of rain fell, Elena found herself alone, staring at the tumultuous skies. "Are you angry, angels?" she whispered, feeling a twinge of fear at the thought. The clouds swirled ominously, and suddenly, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the sky, revealing something unexpected—a hidden shape among the clouds.

Elena squinted, her heart pounding as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. There, in the clouds, was the faint outline of a figure, wings spread wide, as if embracing the storm. A voice, deep and resonant, echoed in her mind[/@ch_3_d], "Fear not, little one. We are always here." [@ch_1]Elena gasped, her fears dissolving into awe.

Elena returned to the village, her heart light with newfound understanding. Maria met her with a knowing smile, "Did you find your angels, Elena?" Elena nodded, her eyes shining, "Yes, Mama. They are always with us, even in the storm."

Elena watched the clouds shift and change, feeling the presence of the angels more deeply than ever. "Thank you," she whispered, knowing that no matter what storms life brought, the angels would always be there, just a glance at the sky away.