The Little Cloud Who Couldn't Rain

High above the meadows floated a tiny cloud named Puff. While all the other clouds could make rain fall down to water the flowers, Puff could only make the softest, fluffiest snow.

"Why can't I make rain like everyone else?" Puff would sigh, watching the bigger clouds shower the gardens below.

The other clouds tried to help. "Just think wet thoughts!" said Nimbus, the biggest cloud. But no matter how hard Puff tried, only delicate snowflakes would drift down.

One winter day, the land below was brown and dry. The children looked sad—there was no snow for sledding, no snow for snowmen, no snow for snow angels.

"If only it would snow," wished a little girl, pressing her nose against the window.

Puff heard her wish and floated right over her house. Concentrating with all his might, Puff let loose the most beautiful snowfall the town had ever seen. Snowflakes as big as cotton balls drifted down, covering everything in sparkly white.

The children rushed outside, laughing and playing. They built snowmen and made snow angels and caught snowflakes on their tongues.

"Thank you, little cloud!" they called up to the sky.

Puff smiled, finally understanding. He wasn't broken—he was special. Not everyone needs to make rain. Sometimes the world needs snow.

The End