The Little Cloud's Big Adventure

High above the hills and forests, where the sun painted golden streaks across the morning sky, lived a little cloud named Cumu. Cumu was fluffier than a cotton ball and lighter than a whisper, but he had one big dream - he wanted to see the whole world.

Every day, Cumu would drift lazily with the other clouds, making shapes and playing hide-and-seek with the sun. But deep down, he longed for adventure beyond the mountains, beyond the ocean, beyond everything he'd ever known.

One day, as a strong wind began to blow from the west, Cumu puffed up with courage. "This is it!" he said. "My big adventure!"

The wind lifted him high and carried him far. He floated over snowy peaks where eagles soared, over jungles alive with colorful birds, and over cities where tiny people scurried like ants. Cumu giggled as he flew faster, swirling into new shapes and casting playful shadows on the ground below.

But soon, the skies darkened. Cumu had wandered into a thunderstorm. Huge gray clouds loomed around him. "Who are you?" one of them growled.

"I'm Cumu," he said, trembling. "I'm on an adventure!"

The thundercloud rumbled. "Adventures aren't easy. Storms can be scary. Are you sure you're ready?"

Cumu thought for a moment. He was scared, but he didn't want to turn back. "I may be little," he said, "but I'm brave!"

The storm smiled - just a little. "Then hold on tight."

With a BOOM of thunder and a FLASH of lightning, the storm pushed Cumu through winds and rain. It was wild and loud and dizzying, but Cumu held tight to his dream. When the storm cleared, the sun returned, and a rainbow stretched across the sky like a bridge to tomorrow.

Cumu looked back at how far he'd come - mountains, forests, cities, storms - and felt proud. He wasn't just a little cloud anymore. He was a traveler, an explorer, a dreamer.

From that day on, wherever the wind would take him, Cumu floated with joy. Because even the littlest clouds can have the biggest adventures.

The End.