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High above the sleepy town of Puddlefoot lived Drizzle, a cloud who had one very important job: to make it rain. The problem was, Drizzle was terribly forgetful. He'd float around, feeling plump and full of moisture, but then he'd think, "Now, where did I put that rain? Was it over the farmer's fields? Or perhaps that peculiar little umbrella shop?"

One particularly sunny day, the ground was cracking, and the flowers were wilting. Farmer McGregor looked up, scratching his head. "Where's Drizzle? We need some rain!"

Drizzle, meanwhile, was having a grand old time shaping himself into different animals. "Look!" he puffed to a passing flock of geese. "I'm a fluffy bunny! No, wait, a fluffy… teapot!"

The geese honked disapprovingly. "Rain, Drizzle! We need rain!"

"Rain?" Drizzle mused, then clapped his cloud-hands. "Oh, right! Rain! I knew I had something important to do today." He felt around inside himself, searching for the "rain button." He tried wiggling his edges, then puffing out his sides, but nothing. He accidentally let loose a tiny snowflake. "Oops, too cold." Then a small gust of wind. "Oops, too windy."

He consulted his "Cloudy Clipboard," which was actually just a particularly dense part of himself he used to jot down notes. It read: "1. Fluff up. 2. Drift. 3. Find rain. 4. Release rain. 5. ??"

"Number 5 is the tricky one," Drizzle grumbled to himself.

He drifted over Mrs. Higgins's garden (the same Mrs. Higgins who owned Agent Mittens). Mrs. Higgins was watering her parched petunias with a tiny watering can. Drizzle saw the little droplets. "Aha!" he exclaimed. "That's it! Little tiny water bits!"

He tried to imitate her, letting out tiny, individual droplets that mostly evaporated before they hit the ground. It was like trying to water a desert with a thimble.

Just then, a small girl named Lily looked up. "Drizzle! Are you going to rain? My flowers are thirsty!"

Drizzle felt a pang of worry. "I want to, little one! But I just can't remember how to make it all come out!"

Lily, who was a very sensible child, had an idea. "Maybe you need a good stretch?" she suggested, holding her arms up.

Drizzle thought about it. He often felt a bit stiff from all the napping. He decided to try. He stretched his fluffy arms wide, then pulled them in, then stretched them down, almost touching the rooftops. He twisted and turned, wiggling his cloud-toes.

Suddenly, with a mighty, cloud-shaking yawn, Drizzle let out a tremendous downpour! It wasn't a gentle shower; it was a joyous, gushing, splashy, glorious rain! The flowers drank deeply, Farmer McGregor cheered, and Lily danced in the puddles.

Drizzle felt wonderfully light. "Oh, that was it!" he boomed. "I just needed a good stretch! Like after a long nap!" He continued to rain happily, occasionally stopping to do a few cloud-yoga poses, ensuring the whole town was well-watered. He never forgot how to rain again, though he still occasionally misplaced his thunder.