If I were a cloud, I would float high in the sky, watching the world below. I would move gently with the wind, traveling over mountains, forests, and oceans. Sometimes, I might join other clouds and become a big, fluffy group, making the sky look like a cotton candy field.
On sunny days, I would stay light and white, shining brightly in the blue sky. I could bring shade to people walking under the hot sun, becoming a soft, cool blanket above them, making their day a little easier.
But sometimes, I would gather with other clouds and turn gray. The wind would push me faster, and I would get heavier with rain. Then, I would give a gentle shower to the trees and flowers, helping them grow strong and healthy. I might even bring a thunderstorm to wake up the sleepy world, with loud claps of thunder and flashes of lightning.
After the rain, the sun would come out again, and I would begin to disappear, turning into tiny droplets of water that fall back to the ground. Eventually, I would return to the sky, ready to begin the journey again. If I were a cloud, I would be free to travel the world and bring changes to the weather, day after day.