Far, far away—so far that the stars tickled your nose if you reached too high—there was a galaxy made of cotton candy clouds and rivers of lemonade. In this galaxy, where the air smelled like warm cookies fresh from the oven, lived a kind boy named Adrian. His laughter sounded like tiny bells ringing, and his hair was as fluffy as a dandelion.

One day, as Adrian floated on his favorite cloud (the one shaped like a banana), he heard a tiny sniffle. Sniff-sniff. It was the smallest, shyest cloud he had ever seen. It was no bigger than a teddy bear, and it trembled like jelly on a plate. "What’s wrong, little one?" Adrian asked, his voice as soft as a kitten’s paw.

The cloud hiccuped. Hic! "I—I’m scared to rain," it whispered. "What if I make a mess? What if I splash someone? What if I’m not good at it?" Its edges wobbled like a bowl of pudding, and the scent of rain—fresh and green like cut grass—filled the air.

Adrian grinned. "Rain isn’t scary! It’s like giving the galaxy a big, splashy hug!" To show the little cloud, he took its hand (which felt like a cool, damp sponge) and led it to a patch of dry, crackly ground below. The soil was rough under their feet, like the back of a tired old tortoise. Crackle-crackle.

"Watch this!" Adrian said. He tickled the little cloud’s belly. Giggle-giggle! The cloud squirmed, and—plip!—a single raindrop fell. Then another. Plop! And another! Splash! Soon, the cloud was laughing so hard it couldn’t stop raining. The drops pattered like tiny drummers on a parade, and the dry ground drank them up, sighing happily.

But oh no! The little cloud got so excited that it slipped—whoopsie-daisy!—and tumbled right into a puddle. Sploosh! Adrian gasped, but then he saw something magical. Where the raindrops had fallen, tiny green shoots were popping up like popcorn. Pop! Pop! Pop! Flowers unfurled their petals, smelling sweet like strawberries, and a garden began to grow. The little cloud’s eyes widened. "I—I made that?"

Adrian nodded. "You did! And look—" He pointed to a group of space bunnies hopping over, their noses twitching at the scent of the new flowers. Boing-boing! "You gave them a snack!" The bunnies munched happily, their fur as soft as a cloud’s belly.

The little cloud beamed. "I *did* make something wonderful!" It floated higher, its edges no longer wobbly but strong and proud. "I’m not scared anymore!" And with that, it rained just a little more—drip-drop-drip—making the garden grow even bigger. The air smelled like honey and sunshine, and the sound of giggles filled the galaxy.

From that day on, the little cloud never forgot how to rain. And Adrian? He kept floating on his banana-shaped cloud, always ready to help a friend in need. Because kindness, after all, is the best magic of all.