Beautiful clouds!

A farmer was tilling his field with the help of his son. He was glad when he looked up at the sky. White clouds like bundles of cotton sailed across the sky. It seemed that one after the other they were heading towards some unknown destination. Behind the white clouds, sailed dark clouds, devoid of any beauty.

'Father, which clouds do you like?" asked the farmer's son.

'The white ones, of course. They are pretty. See...how they sparkle in the sunlight! The birds are flying alongside the clouds, enjoying their beauty.'

The white clouds were pleased to hear the farmer's words. They waved at the farmer and his son. The white clouds also made fun of the dark clouds.

Soon...summer arrived. The fields dried up. Not a single drop of water was available.

'Father, the fruits of our hard work are in vain. There is no sign of rain' said the son looking up at the sky.

'Why don't we ask those clouds to rain on the Earth?"

His father agreed and together they beckoned the clouds.

'Don't call us. We will not come' said the sparkling white clouds.

'Can't you see the dry fields? Help us with some water' the farmer pleaded.

The silver clouds laughed aloud. 'Water? We don't have any' and they drifted away.

The dark clouds were watching everything and took pity on the poor farmer. They thundered and rained. The farmer and his son were happy to see the rains.

'Father, I love these dark clouds more than those beautiful white ones which were with us when we were happy. Only these dark clouds stood by us when we had a crisis.'

'Yes. You're right, my son. Beauty is not in outward appearances which can only capture the eyes. The real beauty lies in benevolence which can attract and conquer hearts.'

The boy understood that only true love and sacrifice can bring the bliss in life.