Interesting7 to 13 years old100 to 300 wordsEnglish
Story Content
Once upon a time, high above the world, lived a very small cloud named Nimbus.
Nimbus wasn't like the other clouds; they were big and puffy, ready to rain at any moment, but Nimbus was small and thin.
The other clouds were often cruel to Nimbus, laughing and calling him "Tiny Tot".
One day, a terrible drought swept over the land below.
The crops were withering, the animals were starving, and even the big clouds were starting to feel the fatigue of trying to rain without success.
"Look at that ridiculous little cloud!" boomed Reginald, the biggest and grumpiest cloud of them all. "He couldn't even water a daisy!"
Nimbus felt his puffy little cloud-heart sink, but he remembered something his grandmother, a wise old thundercloud, had told him: 'Even the smallest drop can start a river'.
Taking a deep breath, Nimbus gathered every tiny bit of moisture he could and floated towards the driest, dustiest field he could find.
He squeezed out the single, tiny drop of rain he possessed.
A nearby earthworm saw the drop and burrowed deep into the newly dampened earth.
The worm then aerated the soil allowing one small seed to reach some much-needed oxygen, then the little seed began to sprout.
More moisture and rain then came.
The clouds felt embarrassed by their previous behaviour.
He continued to make all kinds of changes as more moisture joined the small cloud.