Celeste was a little cloud, fluffy and white, just like all her brothers and sisters. They spent their days drifting lazily across the vast blue sky above the world. But Celeste harbored a secret wish: she longed to be blue.
She watched the sky with longing as it stretched out in every shade of sapphire and cerulean. "Oh," she sighed to a passing breeze, "to be the color of the endless sky!"
Her siblings would chuckle. "Clouds are white, Celeste," they'd say. "It's what we are."
Celeste tried everything she could think of. She floated very close to the blue sky, hoping to absorb some of its color. She huddled near darker, rain-filled clouds, thinking perhaps a bit of their grayness might somehow transform into blue. But nothing worked. She remained stubbornly white.
One day, as Celeste drifted over a dry and dusty land, she saw fields of parched earth and wilting plants. The people below looked sad and weary, their faces turned upwards in desperate hope.
Celeste felt a pang of sympathy. She knew what it was like to long for something. Without thinking, she gathered herself, becoming heavier and darker. Soon, fat drops of rain began to fall from her.
The parched earth drank deeply, and the wilting plants seemed to sigh with relief, their colors becoming a little brighter. The people below lifted their faces to the sky, their sadness replaced with smiles of gratitude.
As Celeste released her rain, something extraordinary happened. The sunlight, peeking through her thinning form, refracted through the falling water droplets. For a brief, glorious moment, Celeste wasn't just white or gray. She was filled with every imaginable shade of blue, a shimmering, breathtaking spectacle against the lighter sky.
She didn't remain blue for long. Soon, she was light and white again, having given her rain. But in that fleeting moment, Celeste understood. True beauty wasn't about being a certain color. It was about what you could do and the joy you could bring.
From that day on, Celeste still drifted as a white cloud. But whenever she brought rain to the thirsty land, she remembered the beautiful blues that bloomed within her when she gave of herself. And in her heart, she knew she had found a way to be truly special.
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