Luna was the smallest cloud in the sky.
She floated quietly above the hills, watching the bigger clouds drift by

Luna tried to make shapes too…
but she always ended up looking like a small puff.

“I wish I were bigger,” Luna whispered.
“Then people would notice me.”

One day, a gentle wind came by.
“Why so gloomy?” it asked.

“I’m too small to matter,” Luna said.
“I can’t make shapes like the others.”

The wind chuckled softly.
“Size isn’t everything,” it said.

“But what can I do?” Luna asked.
She felt like she had no special talent.

“Just wait,” said the wind.
“You’ll find your moment.”

Later that day, the sky grew dark.
The big clouds turned gray and heavy

Thunder rumbled loudly.
The clouds were too full of rain to move.

Luna felt something new—she was filling with rain too!
But she was small enough to move easily.