Clarence the Cloud woke up one morning and looked down at himself in horror.
He was flat. Completely, entirely flat. Like a grey pancake in the sky.
"My fluff!" cried Clarence. "Where has my fluff gone?!"
He drifted over the ocean. "Have you seen my fluff?" he asked a seagull.
"No," said the seagull. "But you do look a bit like a pancake."
Clarence drifted over the mountains. "Have you seen my fluff?" he asked an eagle.
"No," said the eagle. "But you do look a bit like a piece of toast."
This was not helpful.
Then it began to rain. Clarence's rain, pouring down on a dry little garden below. And as the rain fell, something wonderful happened.
Clarence began to puff back up.
Puff. Puff. PUFF.
Big and round and white and glorious.
"MY FLUFF!" he bellowed joyfully, rolling across the sky.
Below, a little girl pointed up and laughed.
Some things, it turns out, just need a little rain.