High up in the sky lived a tiny cloud named Nimbo. While the big clouds made rain and the fluffy clouds made shade, Nimbo wished he could do something special.

One morning, he saw a sunrise painting the sky pink, orange, and gold.

“I want to paint too!” Nimbo whispered.

So he floated down closer to the world and looked for colors he could borrow. He dipped through a field of sunflowers and picked up a bright yellow glow. He skimmed over the ocean and caught a soft blue shimmer. Then he drifted through an evening sunset and picked up a warm red blush.

When he returned to the sky, Nimbo swirled and twirled, brushing his new colors across the horizon. Birds looked up in surprise. Children pointed. Even the moon smiled as Nimbo created the most beautiful rainbow the sky had ever seen.

From that day on, whenever a rainbow appeared, everyone knew:
Nimbo the little cloud was painting again.

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