A cloud young young (but, you know, life is short and turbulent clouds) made his
first ride in the skies, with a bunch of puffy clouds and bizarre.
they passed on the great desert of Sahara, the more clouds, more experienced, the incentive:
"Run, run! If you stay here you are lost."
The cloud, however, was curious, like all young people, and slid down the
flock of clouds, so similar to a herd of bison sgroppanti.
"What are you doing?" Move! "Growled the wind behind.
But the cloud had seen the golden sand dunes: a fascinating spectacle.
E plan slightly lighter. The dunes seemed golden clouds caressed by the wind.
One of them smiled. "Hello," he said. It was a very nice dune,
newly formed by the wind, which blew the glittering crown.
"Hello. My name is Ola," came the cloud.
"I, A, said the dune.
"What is your life down there?".
"Well .... the sun and wind. It's a little 'hot but they arrange. And yours?".
"Sun and wind ... great races in the sky."
"My life is very short. When the great wind will come back, maybe I'll disappear."
"Do you mind?".
'A little. I seem to do nothing. "
"I got I'll turn into rain and fall. It 's my destiny."
The dune hesitated for a moment and then said: "You know what we call the rain paradise?".
"I did not know to be so important," laughed the cloud.
"I heard from some old dunes how beautiful the rain.
We cover it with wonderful things that are called grass and flowers. "
" Oh, it's true. I saw them. "
" Probably I'll never see them, "he concluded sadly the dune.
The cloud thought for a moment, then said:" I could
raining over me ...". "But you will die ... ".
" But you, flower, "said the cloud and dropped, becoming iridescent rain.
The day after the small dune had flourished.
'Lord,' me a lamp.
'll burn myself, but I'll give light to others ".
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