There was once a rain cloud, who wasn’t very happy. Every time he popped out to say hello to the world the people would scowl and complain, and put up shields to hide their faces. He would make the ground shiny and beautiful, and the air fresh and clean, but nobody wanted to know.

One day, a particularly sad day, he was moping, hanging around the park with no one to talk to, as usual. He sighed, the dead leaves rustled. He was met with a joyful giggle. He looked down, and saw a boy and a girl, red and yellow wellingtons respectively, splashing around in his puddles. He couldn’t believe it. As he beamed, his rain fell harder, and their laughs became louder. Maybe he was worth something, after all.