It was a small chance in a misty morning when the cloud stopped near the olive tree on top of a hill. That puff of cloud separated itself from the cluster of clouds. The wind blew it to the hill where the olive tree was. Suddenly, the wind stopped blowing and the cloud find itself stuck on the top of the hill.
The morning breeze was not strong enough to push that cloud elsewhere, yet strong enough to force greetings upon the two, with the cloud grazing the olive tree as the olive tree waves its branches in return. The olive tree acquainted itself with the cloud as with the cloud to the olive tree. They have to work together now to survive.
There were episodes of hellish heat. The cloud would then provide shade for the tree in order to not transpire too much while the tree keeps the air cool to keep the cloud from evaporating completely. The hellish heat would soon be gone and soon the cloud and the olive tree would find themselves looking across the landscape, talking about the topography, looking through the lenses, measuring distances, and scaling differences in heights.
Being on a higher altitude than the olive tree, the cloud which was right next to the olive tree finally got to see the olive tree’s sacred interior from above. With the saddles supporting the curves of the olive tree’s core. The cloud then pondered itself with the thought: “Was the olive tree easy to see through in the first place?” Then another: “Maybe that is why the olive tree was in the open.”
The winds of change finally arrived. The cloud bode goodbye to the olive tree. There were no intimate connections at all. It ended like that, without regret. The olive tree did not perform the sending off for too long because she knew for certain that another one would come.
Another one indeed came. But it was not the same as the gentle cloud before. The winds of change did not bring it there. It came by force. It was a storm. The winds kept pounding the tree as the olive tree kept shedding leaves. The olive tree then realized its loneliness. It kept loathing itself as its leaves were being blown away.
The storm was over. Yet the olive tree kept shedding more of its leaves. Another gentle breeze came. Suddenly, the leaves stopped falling. The olive tree looked upon the horizon. The rainbows, which came after the storm, greeted it. But it was not the rainbow that brightened up the olive tree’s day, nor was the sun, but the same puff of cloud from long ago passing through those rainbows. It was there again to be stuck for another period of time.
Now, it was the olive tree that yearned for more moments with the cloud. The flowers began blooming around the ground where the olive tree stood as the mist brought by that cloud grazed them. The branches of the olive tree kept swaying as if it was trying to get the cloud’s attention. However, the cloud continued to act indifferently. The cloud looking at the olive tree and seeing its full beauty knew that the olive tree was not its to keep. An artist would soon paint and render a portrait of it. People would soon be resting beneath it for shade.
The winds of change did arrive again as the cloud predicted. The cloud bode goodbye to the olive tree again. But then it added that the olive tree would not be lonely anymore, pointing to the flora that flourished around the olive tree. It said that it had to act indifferently.
The main reason was revealed as it kept wandering at the bleakest of places. The bleak and dry lands reminded the cloud of its loneliness. Upon realizing its loneliness, the cloud became sad and it welled up as it grew darker. The darkness crawled in and the cloud could not take it longer. It cried a lot over the bleak lands. In exchange for the cloud’s sorrow, the bleak lands were replenished. The rejuvenation revived the lands as plants began to grow again. On one parch of those lands, a sapling of an olive tree sprung off the ground.