One fine morning, I was on the school bus on my way to school.
Bored.
Grumpy.

I was resting my head on a hand, leaning by the window and peering out.
Bored.
Grumpy.

I saw a piece of fallen cloud right above the factory Aunty sally works in.
I was excited!
I ran down the bus.
I see that it was injured and could not fly.

That day, I skipped school.
I brought the piece of cloud home and tied it in my toilet using all my shoelaces so that mum and dad won't know about it.
I bathed under it everyday as it rains for me.

I was cautious over family dinner, not to mention anything about the piece of cloud in front of aunty sally, in case she wants it back for the factory. I even refused her when she offered to read me bedtime story. I cried and threw a huge tantrum. Aunty sally was upset and said that I was too bad for a 5 yrs old, but I din't care.

One day in school, we read a story about a trap frog which cries everynight for it misses the pond.
It suddenly strike me that the piece of cloud was not raining. It was crying for it misses the sky.

I cried so hard, teachers and classmates surrounded me and asked me what's the matter.
They all looked worried.
But I just kept crying.
That evening, mum came and drive me home for the teacher had called.
When I reach home, I went straight to my toilet and cut off my shoelaces.
The cloud floated happily out of my window and into the sky.

Every now and then, it returns and rain for me.
That's it's way of saying thank you.
That's why I like rainy days.
=)