People in The Cloud

Have you heard stories about the people of the clouds?
You know, my grandfather often tells the story of the clouds. I still remember clearly how the story was.

At that time, I was on vacation to grandparents house. At that time, heavy rains hit their homes. Plants move in the direction of strong winds and the thunderous sounds that repeatedly make my hair stand up. However, not yet there, suddenly lights out. I, who was still in the second grade of elementary school, immediately shouted and ran toward the grandparents who were in the living room. At that time, they were preparing some candles to be placed at certain points in the room of their house.

I'm afraid I can only choose to follow them to put the candle sticks on. Then after they were done, we sat in the family room. I sat beside my grandfather, while my grandmother was busy calling my parents who were out of town.
At that moment, grandfather smiled at me and asked, "Ai, have you ever heard a story about a cloud?"
I shook my little boy's head, "A Story of Clouds? I've never heard of it, Kek. "
Grandpa then said, "Right now the people of cloud are working very hard to bring down rain on earth."
My eyebrows lifted, "People on the clouds? Is there really something like that? "
"Actually this is just the imagination that grandpa made for your age. They are just grandfather's imagination. But there's nothing wrong with your grandfather telling you? "
I shook my head small.



Then, grandpa laughed and continued his story, "Actually the people on the clouds or usually the grandfather mentioned the clouds people have almost the same life as us. They have a family, have a place to live, they eat, they talk. The postman was also there, he was in charge of sending letters between people with each other's cloud. And you know, Ai, there postman is an important job because the postman must be ready to move from one cloud to another to do his job of sending a letter. However, all the activities there are timed. "
"Time? Meaning? "
Again my grandfather smiled and stroked the top of my head, then he said, "They're not always that way. Cloud people have a very important job. It can even be said to be very instrumental to life on earth. There was a time when they stopped sending letters and had to leave their homes to a place where they had very old machines, but they were still very powerful to work with. There, they work hard. "

Kek, what do they do? "
"They work to rain down. However, the rain itself there is a process. Originally they worked to make the clouds turn into gray and then the water splashes down the earth. However, they only work until the deadline they work out. And after they finish working, sometimes some of them are down to earth to make rainbows. The rainbow they make has 7 beautiful colors, they make it by mixing sunlight with the colors. There are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple. Then after the rainbow is over, they'll get smitten and go back to where they came from because their work is done. "

"Then after their work is done, what are they doing?"
"Back to their lives before work. They will return to their respective homes, exchanging letters, and everything is the same as before before work. They have life, Ai. "
"Can I see them?"
"Sure, if you imagine them."

I smiled at my grandfather and nodded. Coinciding with that time the lights back on and the rain no longer flushed.