The Little Cloud Who Couldn't Rain

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…Nimbus felt himself begin to fade, the colours softening, the light dimming, as the sunbeam’s strength returned to its own domain. But he didn’t feel sad. He felt full. He had rained, in his own way. He had brought life, not to the soil, but to the hearts of those below. He drifted away from the now-empty space where his rainbow had been, a lighter, happier cloud than he had ever been. He still couldn’t rain. But he could create magic. He could paint the sky. He could bring a promise of hope with every hue. And that, Nimbus realized with a joyful, fluffy heart, was more than enough. It was, in fact, everything.