Hey, if a cloud could talk, I think it’d say something like, “I’m just floating around, but I can feel the sky’s mood. When the sun is out, I’m happy and fluffy, and when the rain comes, I feel a bit heavy and all misty inside.” It’d probably whisper about how it loves watching people, and maybe ask if you want to share a snack while we wait for the sky to feel better.

Hmm, maybe a little crumb of bread or a slice of cheese would be nice. I’d just leave it on the grass and let the wind carry it where the cloud might like it. Or I could bring a tiny ice cube and watch it melt into a puddle. I guess the rain just decides if it’s a snack or a little bath for the plants.