High in the big blue sky lived a little cloud named Nimbus. He was a fluffy white cloud, soft and round like a giant cotton ball floating in the air.

All the other clouds loved to rain. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, their raindrops fell to make the flowers grow and create puddles for the ducks.

Nimbus tried and tried to make rain just like the others. He squeezed his cloudy eyes shut and puffed himself up big, but no drops came out.

'Oh dear,' Nimbus sighed, letting out a wispy puff of air. He felt left out when the other clouds giggled and splashed their rain across the world.

Suddenly, a tiny bird with bright blue feathers fluttered up right beside him. 'Why the long face, little cloud?' the bird chirped cheerfully.

Nimbus explained his problem. 'I can't make rain! I can't make pitter-patter like the others,' he said softly to his new feathered friend.

The bird tilted its head and began to sing a sweet, soft song. The melody drifted through the air, wrapping Nimbus in a warm and happy feeling.

As the bird sang, Nimbus felt a little tickle on his edges. Then another! Tiny, sparkly dew drops began to form all over his fluffy white body.

The drops weren't big and splashy, but they shimmered like little diamonds in the light. Nimbus realized he had his own special kind of magic.

The little bird flew off with a final chirp, leaving Nimbus feeling happy and bright. He didn't need to rain like the others; he was perfect just the way he was.