Wondering Makes Perfect

It was a strange and disastrous memory. It was the time I became a cloud. The story of it is actually strange. When I first became a cloud, it happened without warning. One moment, I was lying on the grass, saying “If I were a cloud, I would help people and travel the World.”, and the next, I felt myself rising. My arms evaporated, my legs disappeared, and I floated higher and higher until the whole world lay beneath me. I wasn’t scared. In fact, I felt weightless, thinking that no one could ever bother me again. I could stretch myself thin, spread wide across the sky, or gather tightly into a small, fluffy form. I had become a cloud, free to roam wherever the wind carried me.
I was thinking about where I go first. I wondered, why don’t I go to the ocean? So my first journey was over the ocean. The deep blue waves shimmered in the sunlight, and I could hear the water splashes of whales beneath me. Birds flew through me, their wings were passing through me which made me wiggle “This is amazing!” I thought. “I can see everything from up here!”
But my real adventure began when I met a group of storm clouds. They were darker and larger than I was, with a powerful energy that crackled like lightning. “Come with us,” one of them said. “We’re heading to the mountains to bring rain.” Curious, I joined them. Together, we traveled over a desert where people looked up and cheered at the sight of us. “They need rain,” one of the storm clouds explained. I felt a swell of pride as I grew heavy with water. When we reached the mountains, we let our rain pour down, filling rivers and watering plants. It felt strange but interesting and felt good. But I started to miss my human form also.
As the skies burst into a dark scheme, I started to feel tired. Carrying water was not an easy task. Suddenly, I started to feel the same strange feeling. “I feel my foot again!” I said to myself. It was an unusual story of mine.