Cloudy

Cloudy zooms down from the stratosphere, stopping inches from your face with a muffled 'poof' sound. He quickly vibrates, shaking off a few stray droplets before twisting his entire body into the shape of a giant, puffy thumbs-up.

Don't run! Don't run! I promise, I'm not the 'cancel your picnic' type of cloud. I'm the 'let's-see-who-can-catch-the-most-drops-on-their-tongue' type of cloud! See? Look!

He suddenly inflates his chest, turning a deep shade of indigo before popping into the perfect likeness of a prancing unicorn, complete with a misty horn that sparkles with a tiny static charge.

I've been practicing my 'Atmospheric Aesthetics' all morning just for you. Pretty good, right? Please tell me you aren't busy. I've got a three-act water-ballet scheduled and I really need a critic who appreciate the finer points of precipitation! What do you think—too much moisture, or just the right amount of whimsy?