He always though that clouds ought to be fluffy and puffy, but then again in his book it did not say so… The sky went from sad blue to gloomy grey, then the sky started to cry. Oh, how the tears were forever to be there, falling an endless fall. The sunshine slowly went to hide from the rain, as it feared being wet and miserable.
The little boy sighed a long sad sigh, might I add, it was time to face reality.
“TOM!” his mother yelled in a fussy kind of way.
“Stop day dreaming you nincompoop, time for school.” The old hag nagged.