Suddenly, a brilliant golden yellow light filled the sky.
“Hello there, Mr. Sun!” said the clouds in chorus.
“I overheard you’ll talking about Nimbus. Would you like me to help?” asked the sun his eyes blazing.
“Oh yes, Mr. Sun! Please do something! Nimbus refuses to act according to the seasons!” said the clouds.
“He loves being a rain cloud too much! He doesn’t want to be anything else, I’m afraid!” said the wise old cloud.
“Let me see what I can do,” said the sun, as he soared higher into the sky, his cloak of sunbeams rippling around him.
The next day, Nimbus was as usual unleashing his rain on anyone he saw. Just then the sun came along and stopped right in front of Nimbus.
“Oh my! Oh my! How thirsty I am!” panted the sun, “How I wish I could have some rain to quench my thirst!”
Nimbus stood upright, his eyes lighting up at what he just heard!
“I can give you some rain, Mr. Sun! I’ve got lots of it!” said Nimbus patting his belly.
“Oh thank you Nimbus! How kind you are!” said the sun leaning in close for a drink of water.
Nimbus showered the sun with rain. But as soon as the drops reached the sun, they evaporated and disappeared into thin air.
“I shall need some water, Nimbus! I’m still so thirsty!” said the sun.
So Nimbus showered the sun again, this time spurting out more rain that before. |