If I were a cloud, I would float freely in the sky, drifting gently with the wind. I wouldn’t have to follow any set path, simply going wherever the air carried me. My shape would constantly change—from big, fluffy forms to thin, wispy strands. Sometimes, I would join other clouds to create a large, dark gathering, and other times, I would wander alone in the vast sky.
From above, I would watch the world unfold, gliding over mountains, rivers, forests, and cities. I would feel the warmth of the sun during the day and the cool breeze of the evening. As a cloud, I could also bring rain. I would collect water from the earth below, and when I became too heavy, I would release it as raindrops. This rain would nourish the soil, help plants grow, and refill rivers and lakes. I could bring relief to parched lands and cool the air on sweltering days.
But clouds are never stationary; they are always in motion, changing and eventually fading away. If I were a cloud, I wouldn’t feel sadness about this. Instead, I would embrace the freedom to roam and the beauty of the ever-changing sky. Every moment would be unique, and every journey would bring something new to discover and cherish.