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N imbusN imbusthe Little RainCloudCloud

Ravyn Dominguez

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N imbusthe Little RainCloud

Written & Illustrated

by

Ravyn Dominguez

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Rev. date: 06/23/2016

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N imbusThe Little Rain Cloud

Along his journeys, Nimbus the Little Rain Cloud, always treasures

his gift of producing water and spreading it across the world.

But, when he tries to help with his special gift, things actually seem to

get worse. He begins to wonder if his gift isn’t so special after all. As he

feels unwanted, he drifts away from causing anymore damage.

During his absence, drought occurs and people realize

they took him for granted and ask for his help.

Does Nimbus save the day?

A huge thanks to my friends and family who made this book possible! Because

of your contributions to sponsor this story, it is now possible for everybody

far and near, anybody big or small and people of all ages, to enjoy Nimbus the Little Rain Cloud. This book may not have been published without you!

THANK YOU!! !

The list of sponsors are as followed:Uncle Cory

Abuelita Gilma

Aunt Rosey & Uncle Kiel

Zoey & Liam

Uncle John

Sherwin & Cheryl

Elena Welch

Uri & Gaia Smith

Uncle Vincent

Aunt Rhonda

Jewell & Alivia Hofmann

Sunny Nye

Jennifer Thomas

Tiana Dixon

Thank you to ALL my teachers & mentors who have

helped shape me into the person I am today!

Thanks to my uncle Cory, who always gave me advice, taught me to chase my dreams

and told me there are endless possibilities out there. He told me, “You won’t work a

day in your life, if you do what you love.” That’s exactly what I’m doing…what I love!

Thanks to my dad who taught me to “draw” outside the lines. He told

me I could create anything I want in life, I just have to follow through

and it’s only a matter of time until I get it. Thanks for everything!

And a special thanks to my mommy who believed in me even when

I didn’t believe in myself and who saw some part of me that was

invisible, but thanks to her, now the whole world can see.

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Once upon a time, long, ago, lived a little rain cloud named, Nimbus.

He lived with his friends and family high up in the sky.

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They travelled all around the world to rain on the land so the plants,

people, and animals could stay hydrated and live a long happy life.

But there came a time when the little clouds had to leave

their families so they could be independent.

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At fi rst, Nimbus was sad because he missed his family and friends. But then he

made new friends and realized he might have a family of his own one day.

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Nimbus explored all around the world, sprinkling water over the

land. But one day he noticed something was wrong.

He saw rows of food sprouting and thought, “Oh man, they

must be thirsty. I will sprinkle water on it.”

He heard a faint echo in the distance.

A farmer ran out to the fi eld yelling, “Oh no! I already watered the

crops today. Now they are going to drown! Go rain! Go!”

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So Nimbus fl ew away leaving nothing but his tears behind him.

While Nimbus searched for a place to be appreciated,

he noticed two kids playing beneath him.

"I wish it wasn’t so hot today, Liam,” said Zoey.

Liam nodded in agreement. Nimbus grinned in excitement. He sprinkled

down his rain to cool them off so they could play happily.

But the kids didn’t look happy at all.

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"Now we can’t play outside because it’s raining,” cried Liam.

"I know, we can sing a song to get rid of it, so it’s sunny again,” suggested Zoey.

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"Rain, rain go away, come again just not today,” they sang. “Rain,

rain go away, come again just not today,” they repeated.

The more they sang, the more Nimbus felt unwanted. Nimbus

left and the children cheered as the sun took his place.

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Since the children and the farmer didn’t want him there, he decided

to go to the forest where he was always welcomed.

There he saw Native Americans surrounding burning fl ames.

"Fire!” Nimbus shouted.

Then he poured down his rain, putting out the fi re. He thought the

natives would be thankful, but instead they were furious.

"No! It took us so long to make this fi re! Now how are we going to cook

our food and keep the tribe warm tonight?” the chief groaned.

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So Nimbus left before he could ruin anything else.

"Nobody wants me,” he pouted.

So Nimbus went far away into a cave since nobody needed him anymore.

Nimbus wept as he watched the stars dance at night and while

the moon chased after the sun day after day. Meanwhile, he fed

off the memories of bringing happiness to the world.

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In the distance, the brother and sister were excited to play in the lake,

but when they reached their destination, they realized it was gone!

"Where’s all the water?” asked Liam

"It must have dried up,” guessed Zoey.

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"Well, if we wished it away, we could wish it back,” said Liam.

In no time, they were singing, “Rain! Rain! Come again!” They sang repetitively.

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"We’re sorry rain for wishing you away!” they apologized,

realizing they took it for granted.

The farmer had some problems of his own. When he

reached his crops, he realized they were wilting.

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"Oh no! These plants need water, without it they’re going to die,” the farmer exclaimed.

He realized that if the plants wilted, his family would go hungry. So he prayed.

In the meantime, the natives had very little water to drink.

"Without the rain, the tribe will be forced to go through tough times,”

announced the chief as he gathered the village people together.

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"We will need water to drink, for cooking food, bathing and to

help fi ght disease. We have to chant!” So they did.

The children sang, the farmer prayed and the natives chanted.

Even though Nimbus was far away, he heard their calls. He was so thrilled to

be wanted again. Without wasting another second he rushed to his name!

He poured down his rain until every last shrub had enough water.

The Indians danced.

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The farmer laughed.

The children cheered.

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Nimbus was overjoyed once again to bring happiness to prosper all throughout the land.NN