Steve's+Myths

=Dark Clouds= = =

Long ago when it didn’t rain and clouds did not exist, a boy named Zarik lost his father to a lightning storm.

Zarik was a scrawny six-year-old kid who at the time only lived with his father in the forest. He had never lived in a house, always out on the streets, or forests. Running around with other people like him, hiding, stealing, surviving. One day there was a very bad lightning storm, and Zarik ran back to the forest to get his dad who was napping high up in a tree. Right as he got there lightning struck the tree his dad was in. His father fell out electrocuted and cracked his head open on the ground. Zarik tried to run to him but fell and twisted his ankle, so he was stuck on the ground to watch his father die.

The sky god who created the storm felt sorry for Zarik. He was alone and had no one to share his pain with. So the sky god thought of a way to help him. A way to let others know. And that's how dark heavy rain clouds were created. But it wasn't only for dead loved ones. It was for shattered dreams, unanswered prayers, terrible memories. It would be for kids who were alone, who had no one. The clouds would build, until it couldn't hold anymore. The clouds would cry for them, and let them know that they weren't alone, and let others know that things like that were happening.

After a while, the sky god decided that there should be happy clouds too. So the white fluffy clouds were created. When really good events, memories, feelings, or babies were born, a fluffy cloud would take the shape of it. People could look at the clouds, and in a way, read other’s happy stories, share the joy. And that’s how clouds were created.

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