“Hello, my little dreamers. Tonight’s bedtime story is about a gentle cloud who didn’t want to drift away with the wind. Let’s find out what happens when she learns that every journey has a special purpose. Close your eyes, get cozy, and let’s begin…”
[Story]
High above the rolling green hills, in a sky painted with shades of gold and blue, there lived a fluffy cloud named Nira.
Nira was soft and round, with edges that glowed pink when the sun rose and turned silver when the moon shone. She floated happily with her cloud family, drifting wherever the wind carried them.
But unlike the other clouds, Nira didn’t like moving. She loved staying in one place, especially above a small village where children played, and flowers bloomed in every color.
“I want to stay here forever,” Nira whispered to herself one day as she gazed at the gardens below.
Her friend, a tall and playful cloud named Rumi, chuckled.
“But the wind carries us for a reason. We bring shade to dry lands, rain to thirsty plants, and shapes to inspire the dreamers.”
Nira puffed her cheeks and replied softly,
“I don’t want to leave. What if the world beyond this village isn’t as lovely?”
Rumi smiled kindly, “One day, you’ll see why we must wander.”
Time passed, and the seasons changed. The wind blew stronger, pulling the cloud family across the sky. All the clouds drifted together… except for Nira. She held on tightly to the air above the village, refusing to move.
At first, it was wonderful. The villagers were happy to see her. Children pointed up at her fluffy shape, sometimes imagining she was a bunny, sometimes a boat, and sometimes even a crown.
But then, something began to happen.
The sky grew dry. The flowers bent their heads, thirsty for rain. The river that once sparkled began to shrink. The villagers looked up, hoping for water, but Nira was too small to rain alone.
“Oh no…” she whispered, her fluffy form drooping.
She realized that by staying behind, she wasn’t helping the village at all.
That night, as the stars blinked above, Nira felt a gentle breeze brushing her sides. It was the Wind, speaking softly.
“Little cloud, the world needs your gift. You are meant to travel, to share your rain, your shade, and your beauty with many places. Staying still may feel safe, but moving on brings life.”
Nira trembled. She was afraid of leaving, but she thought of the wilted flowers and the thirsty land.
Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “Alright… I will go.”
The next morning, Nira finally loosened her hold and drifted with the wind. She floated across mountains, deserts, and forests. Everywhere she went, she left drops of rain that made rivers flow again, flowers bloom, and animals dance with joy.
She discovered new wonders: eagles soaring beside her, dolphins leaping in oceans far below, and even snowy peaks where her mist turned into delicate flakes that sparkled like diamonds.
Each place whispered thank you as she passed.
When she finally returned to the little village months later, she was no longer the small, timid cloud who had once been afraid. She was full, radiant, and glowing with the joy of all she had given.
The flowers bloomed brighter than ever, the children clapped and waved, and the villagers cheered, “Welcome home, little cloud!”
Nira smiled in her fluffy way. She realized she could always come back, but her journeys made her truly special.
From that day on, whenever the wind called, Nira no longer resisted. She floated freely, knowing that moving on didn’t mean losing home—it meant spreading her love to the whole world.
[Ending for narration]
And so, dear dreamer, as you drift into sleep tonight, remember Nira the cloud. Sometimes change feels scary, but every step forward can bring new beauty, not just for us, but for others too.
Goodnight, little one. May your dreams carry you gently across skies full of wonder. 🌙✨