Once upon a time, there was a princess and her name was Cloudia. She was the mother of the world. It was said that she gave the warmest and gentlest of hugs to brighten any spirit. They were delicate as a rose petal while also being strong like a bear. She also gave the most helpful advice like any mother would, and made sure that all of her children always had food, even when they could not afford it. People would travel across oceans and mountains to merely be in the presence of Cloudia. Her presence made the whole world peaceful.
Her home was white and silver for the purity her heart. She loved all, and all loved her back, except for one boy. His name was Nimbus. He was an orphan who always felt left out and he thought Cloudia ignored him because of it, even though, she really did care. She was just unsure how she could help him. She already offered to give him a family that would love and care for him, but he refused. He didn’t want to live with anyone or accept help from anyone but his parents. His biological father had left before he was born, and his mother died in a fire. Nimbus thought that she was greedy for having all of the people give her gifts, especially for Mother’s Day. Some of them barely made it by, even with her help, yet still gave her gifts. Cloudia understood this about Nimbus, but she was not aware of the extent to which he hated her, for Nimbus was formulating a plan.
Nimbus’s plan was to take down Princess Cloudia. He was going to create a gift for Mother’s Day; a gift like no other. The gifts were fluffy white puffs, that were made out of the moisture in the air. He called them Cumulous’s. He would float them to the palace of Cloudia and when she saw them, she would be so stunned and bewildered, that she would just stare in amazement. That is when he planned to jump from the Cumulous to kill the princess. Mother’s Day was arriving in exactly one month and that is when he would put his attack in motion.
Mother’s Day was a holiday the people of the world had created to show their appreciation to Cloudia for all she had done for them. Everyone would make something from their hearts to give the princess, from paintings to clocks and everything in between. She always showed great appreciation for all of the things the people would give her. She even had a whole floor in her palace devoted to gifts from the people. When people came to visit her, they would be allowed to look at all of the precious gifts. Everyone but Nimbus loved this day.

As Mother’s Day was quickly approaching, Nimbus was working furiously on completing his ‘gift.’ While he was was cooped up in the orphanage all alone, others were also planning and crafting their gifts for Cloudia. They were also preparing their finest clothes for the large festival Cloudia held at her palace. It was her way of thanking the people for the gifts. She mostly did this for the people because while she fancied the day, she did not need them to give her gifts. She already knew that they appreciated her without them. Nimbus was so blinded by his hatred of Cloudia, that he could not see her generosity.

Mother’s Day had come and the usual festivities had begun to take place. Nimbus had left with his ‘gift’ the evening before so he would get to the festival just in time. The palace grounds were overcrowded with adults in their finest attire and children were running around rampantly and playing tag with all of the new friends they had made. There were hundreds of tables overwhelmed with food food enough to feed at least 700 elephants. With all of the food, people were gouging themselves as if they had been in hibernation for years. In the center of all of the people, there were tables covered with presents of all shapes and sizes, wrapped in different shades of green, pink, blue, yellow and red. The festival was the perfect gathering of friends and families from around the world.

Each year at the festival, Cloudia would choose thirty gifts at random from the pile, ranging from the biggest and boldest to the smallest and blandest of the gift boxes. The trigger of Nimbus’s gift was wrapped in some old grey paper in the middle of the pile and he was worried that she would not even see it. As she pulled the 29th gift from the pile, Nimbus had given up all hope that his gift would be pulled. As he was preparing to leave, the gift that was supporting the whole pile gave way and the mound of gifts fell. Soon, Cloudia was submerged in a flood of pretty boxes and paper. All of the people in attendance were gasping and screaming for the princess. Some were already crying and were even beginning to leave the festival, thinking that she was dead. When she popped her head out though, everyone went up to see if she was alright and when she repeatedly said that she was fine, the festival and gift choosing went on.That is when she saw Nimbus’s small gift and to his surprise, picked it as the 30th one.
They were opened in the order they were picked so Nimbus was forced to sit and wait on the Cumulous in anticipation until she reached his gift. Once she got to it, the crowd of people all looked confusedly at the little remote Cloudia held in her hand. She figured it was a button that would trigger fireworks but to her suprise, the Cumulous’s began to float into her field of view. She looked up at them in bewilderment and the mass of people ooh-ed and aah-ed from the beauty of them. Nimbus’s scheme was working out just as planned. All he had to do now was wait for the exact time to jump from the cloud. The time had come and Nimbus jumped. All of his rage lifted from his shoulders as the air blew past his face. As he fell, he was suddenly aware of what he was doing. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to kill Princess Cloudia. He didn’t want to crashland into the earth. He didn’t want any of it anymore but it was too late.
People screamed when Nimbus landed on the princess. Neither Nimbus or Princess Cloudia were moving, speaking, or breathing. Doctors ran up to them to see if they could save them but there was no hope.
Someone had identified Nimbus but no one knew why he had jumped from the cloud. There was a small funeral for Nimbus in which four people were in attendance, the priest, and a small, three person family who felt bad for the small boy. In heaven though, Nimbus was happily reunited with his mother once again. However, for Princess Cloudia’s funeral, everyone was in attendance to honor such a loved figure. All people were sobbing and heartbroken, for they had lost their Mother. To commemorate the princess’s life and the short, sad life of Nimbus, the people decided that they would use the gift Nimbus had created for the princess before his death as a reminder of who they were. Since Cloudia was the mother of all people, they decided to call Nimbus’s creations, “clouds” and to have cumulous be a type of cloud to keep the original name. Nimbus also had a cloud created in his honor. It is called a Nimbus Cloud and it brings rain and darkness like the sadness that was his life. To this day, the clouds remind us of the amazing woman everyone referred to as Mother.