The Little Cloud Who Couldn’t Stop Dreaming

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High above the rolling green hills, where the sky painted itself in shades of blue and gold, lived a tiny cloud named Cleo. Cleo was the smallest cloud in the whole sky, but she had the biggest dreams.

While other clouds floated quietly, turning into rain or shade, Cleo spent her days imagining wonderful things.

“I want to be more than just a cloud,” she whispered to the wind one sunny morning. “I want to see the forests, rivers, and children playing below.”

The wind chuckled kindly. “Dreams are beautiful, little one. But remember, clouds belong to the sky.”

Cleo puffed up proudly. “Then I’ll dream so big that even the sky can’t hold me!”

Each night, when the stars blinked awake, Cleo dreamed. She dreamed of being a silver bird soaring over mountains, a soft blanket wrapping a sleepy child, and sometimes even a bright rainbow after the rain.

The other clouds giggled. “Silly Cleo! Clouds can’t be rainbows or blankets!”

But Cleo didn’t mind. Her dreams made her heart glow brighter than the morning sun.

One day, a great storm swept across the sky. Dark clouds rumbled and flashed with lightning. Cleo trembled but remembered her dreams. “If I can dream big,” she thought, “I can be brave too.”

Gathering all her courage, she floated straight into the heart of the storm. She spread her soft, glowing mist across the angry clouds. Her gentle light calmed the thunder, and her silver shimmer painted the edges of the storm with peace.

When the rain finally stopped, something magical appeared — a beautiful rainbow, stretching from one end of the world to the other. Right in the center glowed little Cleo.

The wind whispered proudly, “You did it, little dreamer.”

From that day on, children looking up at the sky would point to the rainbow and say, “Look! That’s Cleo — the little cloud who never stopped dreaming.”

And somewhere up high, Cleo smiled. She had proved that even the smallest cloud can bring the brightest color to the sky.

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