One warm afternoon, the sky turned the color of a soft dove's wing. Finian stood on his porch, breathing in the sweet smell of wet grass and dusty earth. The rain began to pitter-patter on the roof, sounding like tiny dancing feet. But something was missing. Usually, summer rain came with a deep, happy growl, but today the sky was very quiet. Finian looked up and saw a giant, fluffy cloud drifting much lower than the others, looking quite sad. Its name was Cumulo, and it seemed to be searching for something in the garden trees.