If I were a cloud, I would float high in the sky, far away from the worries of the world below, above the imagination of a little kid. I would travel with the wind, drifting over cities, forests, and mountains. Sometimes I would gather with other clouds, forming large, fluffy groups that looked like animals or castles. At other times, I might be a tiny, lonely cloud, moving slowly across the vast blue sky.
I would love to watch the people on the ground. They would look so small, like ants. I would see children running in the parks, laughing and playing, and families walking together. I could watch the sunrise and sunset from the best seat in the world, seeing the sky turn from orange to pink to purple. It would be beautiful to float above the earth, feeling free and light.
But being a cloud wouldn’t always be easy. Sometimes, the sky would turn dark and stormy. I would have to hold a lot of water, and it would feel heavy. When the rain started, I would pour all the water down onto the ground. The rain would help the plants grow, but it might also cause some puddles or even floods. I would try to be careful, knowing how important my job was.
After the rain, the sun would shine again. The sky would clear up, and I could be a white, fluffy cloud once more. I would still float in the wind, seeing the world below, feeling peaceful and calm. I would never stay in one place for long. The sky is big, and there’s always something new to see.
If I were a cloud, I would be free to go anywhere, experiencing the world from above. And that, I think, would be a wonderful way to live.