The Cloud That Lost Its Way

High above a little village lived a small white cloud named Puff.

Puff loved traveling across the sky with the other clouds. They floated over mountains, rivers, forests, and towns.

But one morning, Puff woke up and discovered that he was all alone.

The wind had carried him far away from his cloud family.

“Oh no,” Puff whispered. “I don't know where I am!”

Below him was a dry little village. The gardens were brown, the pond was almost empty, and the farmers looked worried.

Puff wanted to help, but he was only a small cloud.

“I don't have enough rain,” he thought.

Still, Puff tried.

He squeezed himself as tightly as he could.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

A few drops of rain fell onto the village.

A little girl named Lina looked up.

“Look! It's raining!”

The villagers smiled, but the rain stopped quickly.

Puff felt sad.

Then Lina had an idea.

“Maybe the little cloud needs help finding his family!”

She climbed the tallest hill in the village and waved her bright red scarf.

“Clouds! If you can see us, come this way!”

Puff looked around.

Far in the distance, he saw a group of clouds.

“My family!”

A gentle wind began to blow toward them. Puff floated higher and higher until he reached the other clouds.

His family welcomed him with happy swirls.

That afternoon, they returned together to the village.

This time, Puff wasn't alone.

The clouds gathered above the fields and released a soft, gentle rain.

The pond filled. The flowers stood up. The dry grass turned green.

Lina looked up and smiled.

Puff smiled too.

He had learned something important: sometimes, asking for help is the best way to find your way home—and to help others along the way.