Amine Marzouki

24th Jan 2025

The Day the Clouds Cried

In a small, quiet town lived two children, Ella and Ben. One day, Ella looked up at the gloomy sky and said, "Why do the clouds look so sad, Ben?" Ben sighed, "Maybe they feel lonely, just like us sometimes." They both wished for brighter days as they played near the old oak tree, where whispers of laughter danced in the air. The tree seemed to understand their troubles, and the children clung to its branches as though it could lift their spirits.

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As the clouds began to rain, Ella and Ben found shelter beneath the wide oak. Ella giggled, "Look! The raindrops are like tears!" Ben smiled, "Yes, but they can help flowers grow!" Together, they watched the raindrops create little rivers in the dirt. After the storm, a rainbow appeared, and Ben exclaimed, "See, Ella! The clouds are happy again!" With joy in their hearts, they ran to the field, dancing in the puddles, knowing that with every storm came a beautiful end.

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The next day, Ella and Ben returned to the oak tree, curious to see if the clouds would visit again. They sat side by side, their backs against the sturdy trunk, sharing tales of knights and fairies. Suddenly, they heard a soft rustling above. A gentle breeze had stirred the branches, and a leaf floated down, landing between them. Ella picked it up and said, "Maybe the clouds left us a message." Ben nodded, "Perhaps they want us to know that sometimes, it's okay to be sad."

Just then, a little bird fluttered onto a branch nearby, chirping a cheerful song. Ella and Ben listened, enchanted by its melody. "It's like the bird is singing away the clouds' sadness," Ben mused. Ella grinned, "Maybe we can do that too. Let's make up a song!" And so, they sang together, their voices mingling with the bird's, creating a harmony that floated into the sky, as if to comfort the clouds.

As the sun began to dip behind the hills, painting the sky with gold and pink, Ella and Ben knew it was time to head home. They waved goodbye to the oak tree and the little bird, promising to return soon. "Remember," Ella said, "when the clouds cry, it's just their way of making room for rainbows." Ben smiled, feeling the warmth of friendship, "And we'll be here to dance in the puddles." With that, they skipped home, their hearts light and hopeful, knowing that their laughter could always chase away the clouds.