Today, it was creating a tiny thunderstorm. A miniature rain shower pattered on the cracked terracotta pots, growing a forest of moss.
"What is that?" she whispered, eyes wide. the bong cloud
"Show-off," Mr. Elara murmured, sweeping a pile of dead leaves. The cloud pulsed a lazy pink in response. Today, it was creating a tiny thunderstorm
Maya looked at her shaky hands. She looked at the cloud, now a soft, encouraging gold. eyes wide. "Show-off
Mr. Elara watched her go. Then he turned to the Bong Cloud, which had started making a tiny, silent rainbow that arced over a patch of weeds.