Now here is a nice cloud. It is a particularly lovely shape for Stormy to bury herself in.

It's flying east, of course - that's the way the wind is blowing - and eventually it's far, far away, and Stormy likes that cloud and wants to keep it. She follows it. She can be bigger. She can be so big.

So very big.

Maybe she can be the whole sky and follow all the clouds from when they're born to when they die.