Glimmer Puff and the Mystery of the Missing Sun
by
Patches the Story Dog
A story about Rain
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High above a friendly little town, a sparkly ghost named Glimmer Puff floated in the warm sunshine. Glimmer Puff loved adventures! Today, the sky was bright and blue. But down below, something was wrong. A little garden looked sad and dry.
Glimmer Puff floated down to look. The flowers were droopy. The dirt was dusty. "We are so thirsty!" whispered the flowers. "We need rain. Can you find us some?" Glimmer Puff wiggled with excitement. "I will find the rain!"
Up, up, up Glimmer Puff floated! The sunshine felt warm and golden. It warmed Glimmer Puff's sparkly belly. It warmed the rooftops below. And it warmed the sparkling blue puddle near the little garden. The sun warms water everywhere!
Something magical was happening! Tiny, tiny drops of water rose up from the sparkling blue puddle. They were so small, Glimmer Puff could barely see them. Up, up, up the tiny drops floated — like invisible bubbles! When the sun warms water, little drops rise into the sky.
"Wait for me, tiny drops!" called Glimmer Puff. Up, up, up they all went together. Higher and higher! The air got cool and soft. And then — oh! The tiny drops began to stick together. They hugged and hugged. Do you know what they were making?
A cloud! The tiny drops made a fluffy white cloud! It looked just like cotton candy. Glimmer Puff bounced on top. It was soft and squishy and cool. "Hello, cloud!" said Glimmer Puff. The cloud puffed up proudly. More tiny drops kept coming, and the cloud grew bigger and bigger.
More drops came. And more! The fluffy white cloud grew dark and gray. It got heavier and heavier. "Ooof!" grumbled the cloud. "I am getting SO full!" Glimmer Puff patted the cloud gently. "It is okay to let go when you are too full," said Glimmer Puff. "That is what clouds do!"
Drip. Drip. Drop! The first raindrops fell from the heavy gray cloud. They were cool and wet. They tumbled down, down, down through the sky. Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter! Can you hear the rain?
Down below, the thirsty flowers felt the first drops. Drip! A drop landed on an orange petal. Drop! A drop landed on a pink leaf. The flowers stood up tall. "Rain! Rain! Thank you, rain!" they cheered. The dry, dusty dirt turned dark and damp. It smelled fresh and earthy — like a garden waking up!
Glimmer Puff floated down with the rain. Splish! Splash! The sparkling blue puddle grew bigger. And do you know what? The sun would warm that puddle again. The tiny drops would rise again. They would make a new cloud again. Rain goes around and around — like a big, wonderful circle!
The rain slowed to a drizzle. Drip… drip… drip. The cloud felt lighter now. It turned fluffy and white again. The flowers drank their fill and smiled with wet, happy petals. Even the friendly little town smelled clean and new. Sometimes, all you have to do is wait — the rain always comes when it is needed.
Glimmer Puff floated back up into the clearing sky and looked out at the world below. The garden was green. The puddle sparkled. A tiny rainbow stretched across the town. Glimmer Puff smiled a big sparkly smile. "I wonder," whispered Glimmer Puff, "what adventure the next rainy day will bring."