THE CLOUDRobert Reineck
One hot summer morning a little cloud rose out of the sea, and floated playfully across the blue sky. The dreary brown earth, parched with a long drouth, lay far below. The little cloud looked down and saw the poor people toiling away with heavy hearts, while she, carefree and happy, floated along on the fresh morning breeze.
She said to herself, "Oh, how much I wish I could help the poor people down there. If I could but lighten their work, or refresh them with food and drink!"
As the day passed and the cloud grew larger, the wish to help the suffering people filled her heart.
On earth it grew hotter and hotter, and the people were fainting with heat, but they couldnot stop their work, for they were very poor. Sometimes they looked pleadingly up into the sky. It seemed as if they were saying to the cloud: "Oh, if you could but help us!"
"I will help you! I will, indeed!" said the cloud, and she began immediately to sink softly toward the earth.
As she floated down she suddenly remembered something which she had heard when she was a tiny child, rocked in the lap of Mother Ocean. Someone had told her that clouds die if they float too near the earth.
For a moment she wavered in her thought and drifted to and fro. But at last she stood still and spoke bravely and cheerfully, "Men of the earth, I will help you, come what may."
Suddenly she grew large, and strong and powerful. Never before had she dreamed herself capable of such strength. Like an angel of blessing she stood above the earth, lifted her head, and spread her wings far over the broad fields.
So great and mighty she appeared that men and beasts marvelled at the sight; the trees, grass, and flowers bowed their heads beforeher, but in their hearts they knew she would help them.
"Yes, I will help you," cried the cloud once more. "Take me to yourselves! I die for you!"
A mighty purpose filled the cloud's heart, and a holy light shone from her face. She sank nearer to the earth. The next moment a blessed shower of rain refreshed the hills and valleys.
The rain was the cloud's deed; the rain was the cloud's death; but through her death she was glorified.
After the shower was over, a lovely rainbow, made of the purest rays of heavenly light, arched across the sky. It was the last greeting of a love so great that it could serve.
Soon the rainbow, too, disappeared, but the memory of the blessing which the shower had brought to the earth was kept in the hearts of men for many years to come.