Puff the Brave Little Cloud

Once there was a small cloud. Her name was Puff. Puff was tiny. Puff was shy.

She felt unimportant. The land was hot. The flowers were thirsty. The birds looked

tired. “You are too small,” said the big clouds. Puff felt sad. But Puff tried.

She squeezed hard. Drip. Drip. Rain began to fall. The flowers danced.

The birds sang. Everyone felt happy. Puff smiled proudly. “Small can be powerful.” And Puff was brave

forever. 🌈