Imagine lying on the grass and hearing a voice whisper back when you point at a cloud. Maybe they are gossiping about the people below, arguing about each other's shapes or complaining about never being able to stop moving.
Some might be shy, drifting over cities. But storm clouds? They're loud and dramatic. They love to tell their stories.
And rain? Maybe they're aren't crying, just trying to tell something. Something everyone seems too busy to hear. So, the next time, would you stop to listen?
All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.
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