This is Little Cloud. He is not very tall. He is not very big. In fact, he's quite small.

Tiny

Complete opposite of big

Can't make lightning

Pretty fast

As big as a backpack, he can't do a lot,

His shade can't even fill a parking spot.

Size

 buddies!

His rain was a mist (or amiss one could say). His downpour was tiny in every way.

"He can't make lightning; his storm's a joke!" the bigger clouds said with a laugh and a poke.

Finally, Little Cloud had had enough. He left those big mean clouds and their big mean cloud fluff.

"Now," he thought sadly. "Where can I go? To learn to be useful, to live and to grow?"

Little Cloud first tried his luck in the forest. The clouds there were big and their downpours were torrents.

"Nope. They're too stormy, I'd be swept away"

Next, he went to the fields of corn. No clouds were there, and the air was too warm.

"I need company"

Welcome to KANSAS

Land of flat fields of wheat and corn

Little Cloud also tried the big city. The clouds there were too high, but the skyline was pretty.

"They can't hear me"

With one last effort, Little Cloud went to Mars. But the clouds there only spoke the language of stars.

"What are they saying?"

Little Cloud stopped, hovering over a bog. Down below him, sat a sad looking frog.