The Lost Cloud’s Journey

Rising far above the earth, Luma was a little fluffy cloud. She weighed as light as a feather and was as soft as cotton candy. But Luma was lost, unlike the other clouds who knew where they belonged.

Whispering as the wind swept her across the heavens, “I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go.”

Luma thus decided to travel in search of her place on the earth.

Her first trip was Kansas’s huge golden fields, when she came upon a collection of large, robust clouds.

“You ought to stay with us!” they yelled. “We bring rain to enable the wheat to tower.”

Though she was too small to create rain, Luma sought to blow herself up to match their scale.

Though Luma knew this wasn’t where she belonged, the larger clouds were kind.

She let the wind whisk her away once more then.

Luma then drifted across the highest Rocky Mountains. Her shudder started from the cool air as she watched snowflakes dance across the heavens.

“Maybe I belong here,” she considered.

She came onto a thin, frigid cloud called Frost.

“We haul snow to the mountains,” Frost said. “Could you also make snow?”

Luma attempted, but she merely produced a soft mist instead of little snowflakes. She grinned at Frost, but she knew she was not supposed to be there.

She then started to float on.

Luma arrived at California’s warm beaches brought by the wind. The waves murmured to the coast while the ocean glittered.

The seagulls called “You can stay here with us.” “People love seeing clouds as you float by on warm summer days.”

Luma saw families playing in the beach and youngsters laughing. Though deep down she still felt as though she had not found her true place; she adored the beach.

She therefore let the breeze raise her once more.

Luma discovered herself high above the countryside that night, where the stars glittered like fireflies. She groaned and peered down at the earth.

“Will I ever find where I belong?” she asked.

A soft voice whispered just then.

The Moon, glowed softly, saying, “You’ve been looking so hard, little one. But have you considered what you have done?

Luma raised her fluffy head slanted slightly. “What do you mean??”

The Moon let forth a smile. “You have given farmers out in the field cover from shadows. You mistook the mountains for kisses. People have grinned when you drift above beaches. Being yourself has made the world more beautiful even though you have not stayed in one spot.

Luma blinks. She had never considered it thus.

She said, “So… I do belong?”

“You do,” the Moon answered gently. “You belong everywhere you pass by.”

Luma was warm inside. She need not be icy like the snow clouds or large like the rain clouds. She was ideal exactly as she was.

She sighed contentedly and let the wind carry her once more, free rather than lost.

And from that evening on, everywhere Luma floated, she brought the soft glow of the Moon’s knowledge and the delight of knowing she belonged.