The Little Cloud That Gave Rain

Once upon a time, high up in the endless blue sky, there floated a tiny, fluffy white cloud. She was smaller than all the other clouds around her and often felt invisible among the big, grand clouds that stretched across the sky like soft mountains.

The other clouds would sometimes drift by and giggle. “Look at you!” they laughed. “You’re so tiny! How could you ever make it rain?” Their words made the little cloud’s edges quiver. She felt shy and a little sad. She wanted to be helpful, but she didn’t know if she could ever make a difference.

Day after day, the little cloud wandered across the sky, watching the bustling world below. She saw rivers sparkle in the sun, children running and laughing in green fields, and farmers tending to their crops. But as summer went on, the land below began to change. The streams were drying up, the flowers drooped, and the leaves on the trees were turning brown.

In a small village nestled between golden fields, the people looked up at the sky and worried. The sun blazed down hot and bright. The villagers tried everything they could watering cans, wells, and sprinklers—but the earth was thirsty, and no one could make the rain come. The children, desperate for a little hope, clasped their hands together and prayed softly, “Please, let it rain. Please, little cloud, help us.”

The little cloud heard their tiny voices drifting up from the village. She felt a flutter of hope inside her. “Maybe I can try,” she whispered to herself. Even though she was small, she could at least do her best. She focused with all her might, puffing herself up, stretching wide, and gathering every bit of moisture she could hold.

At first, nothing happened. The bigger clouds looked down and snickered, “You’ll never manage it. You’re far too small!” But the little cloud didn’t give up. She swirled and twirled, letting out tiny, gentle drops. Slowly at first, the drops fell, barely touching the dry, dusty ground. But she didn’t stop. She kept trying, and soon, the drops grew bigger, falling faster and faster, until the thirsty earth drank deeply.

The children ran outside, laughing and dancing under the soft, cooling rain. Flowers began to perk up, the leaves glistened with tiny droplets, and the golden fields slowly turned a fresh, vibrant green. The farmers cheered and lifted their arms to the sky, shouting, “Thank you, little cloud! You did it!”

Even the big clouds, watching from above, felt surprised and proud. The tiny cloud had proved that size didn’t matter. What mattered was effort, courage, and the determination to try even when others doubted you.

From that day on, the little cloud floated happily across the sky, knowing that no matter how small she was, she could make a big difference. And whenever the village saw a tiny cloud drifting above, they would smile and say, “There goes our little hero.

”Moral: Even the smallest effort, when done with all your heart, can bring great joy and make a lasting difference.

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