Tanmay And The Magic Rain Cloud

Tanmay leaned over his desk, his straight black hair sticking up in the back as he carefully sketched a dried leaf in his discovery journal. Ever since moving to this new neighborhood, his journal was his favorite tool. He adjusted the magnifying glass hanging around his neck, peering closely at the leaf's veins. Just as he reached for a green crayon, a soft fizzing sound made him spin around. Floating right above his unmade bed was a cloud. It wasn't a normal, fluffy white cloud from the sky. It was the size of a basketball, glowing with a soft purple light. "How did you get in here?" Tanmay whispered, his brown eyes sparkling with immediate curiosity. He slowly approached, pulling a small ruler from his khaki cargo shorts. Before he could measure it, the cloud shivered. A sudden shower of silver, glittery rain poured from its flat bottom, soaking his bedsheets in sparkling water. The cloud zipped across the room, leaving a trail of shimmering puddles over his rug, his books, and his favorite worn sneakers. The bedroom was turning into a glittering, wet disaster zone.