First breath: a little rain
Cumulus was born breathing out. The breath became a small rain. The neighbourhood loved it. His mother knitted him a little rain apron for inspired days. He still uses it.
Tidies up after storms
Cumulus tidies up after every storm. He gathers the other clouds, thanks them, hugs them, and goes to sleep. The other clouds consider him a kind older brother. He says he's "just doing his job".
Teaches gentleness to thunderstorms
Cumulus teaches classes to thunderstorms. "Softer, softer, softer." A few thunderstorms listen. Others shrug their thunder. He just smiles, eyes closed. He has the patience of eternity.
