The Little Cloud Who Couldn't Rain

Previously

…Nimbus was alone again, but he didn’t feel as sad as before. He looked at his own fluffy edges, and for the first time, he didn’t see them as a sign of his failure. He saw them as the tools of his art. He practiced puffing himself into a long, winding snake, then a proud knight, then a wobbly ice cream cone. Each time, he imagined the delighted faces of the children below. He was still Nimbus, the little cloud who couldn’t rain. But now, he was also Nimbus, the cloud who could paint the sky with laughter. And that felt like a very special purpose indeed. He drifted, not with sadness, but with a quiet sense of wonder, a little cloud ready to embrace his own unique way of shining.