Bedtime stories for kids The Brave Little Cloud
The Brave Little Cloud
High above the world, where the skies are blue and the sun shines bright, there lived a little cloud named Cumulus. Cumulus was small and fluffy, with soft, puffy edges that glowed in the sunlight. He loved to float across the sky, watching the world below, but he had one big dream—he wanted to learn how to make rain.
Every day, Cumulus would see the bigger clouds gather together, turning dark and heavy, and then pouring rain down onto the earth. The rain would help thirsty plants and flowers grow, and the animals would drink from the fresh puddles. Cumulus wanted to help too, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out how to make rain.
One morning, Cumulus floated over a wide, dry field. The grass was brown and wilting, and the flowers drooped sadly. Cumulus could hear the whispers of the plants below, “We need water… we need rain…”
“Oh no!” Cumulus said to himself. “I need to help, but I don’t know how to make rain yet.”
Just then, a wise old cloud named Nimbus drifted by. Nimbus was big and dark, and he always knew what to do. Seeing Cumulus looking worried, Nimbus floated down beside him.
“Hello, little one,” Nimbus said in his deep, rumbling voice. “What troubles you?”
Cumulus looked up with a sigh. “The plants down there are so thirsty, and I want to help them by bringing rain, but I don’t know how.”
Nimbus smiled kindly. “Ah, making rain is something every cloud must learn, but it takes courage and practice. Would you like me to teach you?”
Cumulus’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes, please!”
Nimbus explained, “To make rain, you need to gather water from the air. As you float through the sky, tiny droplets will join you, and you’ll grow bigger and heavier. But don’t be afraid! When you’re ready, you’ll feel a special pull. That’s when you release the rain.”
Cumulus nodded eagerly. “I can do it! I want to help the plants!”
So, Cumulus floated through the sky, just like Nimbus had taught him. Slowly but surely, he began to gather water droplets from the air. At first, he only collected a few, but with each passing minute, he grew bigger and fluffier.
As he drifted over the thirsty field again, Cumulus felt something new—he was heavier now, and the water inside him was ready to fall. But Cumulus was nervous. What if he made a mistake? What if he wasn’t ready?
Nimbus, floating nearby, called out gently, “You can do it, Cumulus. Be brave and let the rain fall.”
Taking a deep breath, Cumulus closed his eyes and let go. Suddenly, soft drops of rain began to fall from his fluffy white form. The raindrops sprinkled down onto the dry grass, the flowers, and the trees.
The plants lifted their heads as the cool, refreshing rain soaked into the ground. The flowers bloomed with bright colors, and the grass turned green again. Cumulus watched from above, feeling proud and happy.
“I did it!” Cumulus exclaimed. “I made rain!”
Nimbus floated over and patted him on his soft, puffy edge. “Well done, little cloud. You were brave, and now you’ve brought life back to the earth.”
Cumulus beamed with pride as he watched the plants drink up the rain. He knew that from that day forward, he could help the world below, just like the bigger clouds did. And with every drop of rain he made, Cumulus grew more confident and proud of his important job.
From that day on, whenever the plants whispered for water, the brave little cloud was always ready to bring rain, knowing that even the smallest cloud can make a big difference.