One day, a child woke up. The child looked at the sky. The sky was blue. White clouds moving slowly. The child smiled. “What can I do if I were a cloud?” the child ask.
If I were a cloud, I would have fun. First, I would taste the rain. Then, I would talk to lightning. “How are you?” I would ask. Lightning say, “I am good! What about you? ısay, “I am good too!”
I have an idea. I will start a football club. The colors will be white and blue. I will choose 22 cloud players. 11-11. Lightning would be the coach. When we play, the sky will be busy. The clouds will move fast. People look up and say, “What is happening in the sky?”
At night, I will rest over the mountains. I think, “The world is so beautiful. I am happy to be a part of it.”
The child smiled. Then, the child heard a voice. “Breakfast is ready!” said the mother. The child got up. I am not a cloud I will play football with my friends.