How the cloud stopped crying.
I tried to translate my new tale into English. Please, correct me if I made mistakes.
One clear summer day, a gloomy gray cloud appeared in the sky and began to cry. It started to rain. The sweet sun saw the cloud's tears and stretched its rays to the transparent water drops. They rushed to the ground and sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow in the sunshine. Some fell into a forest glade. Red strawberries grew in it.
Others fell on the village bed. An orange carrot and a yellow turnip grew in the garden.
The meadow was covered with green grass. The blue river became full-flowing, and the blue stream sang its cheerful song louder. Tender violets bloomed in the garden.
The cloud saw how beautiful it was and stopped crying.
I don't think I seen anything else.