High above the mountains, the little white cloud hovered at the sky's edge. One trembling corner dipped toward the brown world below, then she shrank back with a soft gasp. What would that grey ground look like in color?
The little white cloud edged forward again. Her shadow trembled against the bright blue sky. She kept watching the grey ground, wondering.
She pinched off a single raindrop and let it fall. It landed on a grey rock — and the rock blushed green.
The little white cloud edged forward. Her shadow trembled in the bright blue sky.
Three more drops fell — one by one. Grass turned yellow. A flower bud popped pink. A beetle shell shines red. 'Wow,' she whispered.
A warm breeze pushed against her, and she steadied. Her edges glowed.
A sudden gust tumbled the little white cloud sideways. She spilled every drop at once — and the ground erupted in color.
The colors climbed up the air like a ladder. The little white cloud looked down and gasped.
Her own edges turned pink, then yellow, then blue. The little white cloud looked at her hands and smiled.
The little white cloud floated downward, a rainbow cloud above a rainbow world.
The wind carried her forward. She drifted closer to the painted ground, her edges bright and steady.
Ready to bloom wherever she landed.