Cloo the Quiet Hero

Up in the sky, there was a tiny cloud named Cloo. All the big clouds rumbled,

flashed, and cried heavy rain. But Cloo? Not a single drop.

“You're useless!” the storm clouds teased. Cloo felt small… until one summer,

the flowers below began to fade. The big clouds had all drifted away. Cloo looked down

at the thirsty earth… and tried. Just one little tear. Plip.

Then another. Plop. Plop. A soft, gentle rain fell—just

enough. The flowers lifted their heads. The grass turned green.

Cloo smiled. No thunder. No noise. Just kindness. And from that day