In Rainbow Umbrella Village, every oil paper umbrella wore bright paint. But one umbrella stayed plain white.
'I'm just blank paper,' the white umbrella sighed, watching the others twirl in the breeze.
Suddenly, a heavy summer storm rolled over the village. Rain poured down in sheets.
The white umbrella popped open to shelter a group of tiny raindrops. 'Hold on tight!' it called.
The wind howled and tugged, trying to flip the umbrella inside out, but it held firm.
The rain stopped. Sunlight broke through the clouds, hitting the wet white canopy.
A shimmering rainbow reflection appeared on the stones below. 'Wow!' the raindrops gasped.
The raindrops slid off the clean white surface, giggling as they splashed into puddles.
Little White Umbrella stood tall in the village square, its white surface glowing like a magic mirror.
'I don't need paint,' the white umbrella smiled, reflecting the bright blue sky above.
The village sparkled around it. The white umbrella had discovered its own special magic.
And from that day on, whenever the rain passed and sun returned, the whole village watched the white umbrella shine.