Toby and the Sniffly Cloud
Toby meets a tiny cloud who trembles at the thought of letting go. Together, they discover why rain feels just like a hug from the sky. A story about letting go with a giggle and a sigh.
Meet Toby
A boy who talks to clouds in his backyard
He understands the language of wind and rain
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One day, Toby said to a little cloud— "Why are you shivering up here?" The cloud whispered, "I don’t want to fall." Toby tilted his head. "But clouds are made to rain." The cloud shook. "What if I splosh too hard?" Toby patted the cloud’s fluffy edge. "Close your eyes." The cloud peeked. "Not yet, not yet." Toby smiled. "Trust the wind." The cloud wobbled. "But what if—" "Shhh..." Toby said. "Listen..." A raindrop landed on Toby’s nose. The cloud gasped. "It tickles!" More drops fell. Soft. Gentle. The cloud giggled. "Not yet, not yet." Toby laughed. "Can you guess what happened?" The cloud let go. Raindrops danced on leaves. On grass. On Toby’s cheeks. The cloud sighed. "Ohhh... that feels nice." Toby watched the cloud drift lower. "Not yet, not yet," the cloud whispered. But it was already raining. The cloud curled into the trees. The air smelled sweet. Toby closed his eyes. The rain hummed. The cloud was quiet. And Toby found his answer.
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