When the wind blows, seeds are scattered all around. One
particular seed named Timothy flew away and was all alone. He found a spot in
the dirt and after a bit of rain, became a beautiful white flower. But
something was not quite right. Timothy was alone and missed having a family
desperately. His best friends were the clouds that rolled by, but they could
never stay for long. One day, a few mean clouds were overhead. They were
fighting and angry, so naturally lightning was flying everywhere. Timothy was a
little scared and politely yelled for the clouds to leave. Of course, this only
made them angrier. The wind picked up as a result and seeds started flying
everywhere. This actually made Timothy a little excited because he may get new
friends!
Once the clouds finally decided to leave, all was calm again. Suddenly, Timothy saw a pink light up in the sky. A rainbow! Timothy had heard a thing or two about the friendly rainbows from the clouds. “Hello!” Boomed the cloud. Timothy looked around. There was literally only one person he could be talking to, and it was definitely Timothy. “…Hello?” He responded. The rainbow and the little flower talked for a long time until they got to a very sensitive subject. Timothy had always been ashamed that he was a white flower. White flowers were fine, but it was an honor to be a colorful flower. Only certain flowers were special enough to be a color. The rainbow listened and reached down to give his new friend a hug. Little did the two know, but a simple hug gave Timothy a million colors. It looked as if a rainbow had melted right onto his petals. When the two drew back from the embrace, they noticed Timothy’s new beautiful petals. They were so excited! The two new friends said their goodbyes and promised they would see each other again soon.
Once the clouds finally decided to leave, all was calm again. Suddenly, Timothy saw a pink light up in the sky. A rainbow! Timothy had heard a thing or two about the friendly rainbows from the clouds. “Hello!” Boomed the cloud. Timothy looked around. There was literally only one person he could be talking to, and it was definitely Timothy. “…Hello?” He responded. The rainbow and the little flower talked for a long time until they got to a very sensitive subject. Timothy had always been ashamed that he was a white flower. White flowers were fine, but it was an honor to be a colorful flower. Only certain flowers were special enough to be a color. The rainbow listened and reached down to give his new friend a hug. Little did the two know, but a simple hug gave Timothy a million colors. It looked as if a rainbow had melted right onto his petals. When the two drew back from the embrace, they noticed Timothy’s new beautiful petals. They were so excited! The two new friends said their goodbyes and promised they would see each other again soon.
After this exchange, things around Timothy started changing
for the better. Because of the wind and rain, the new seeds had all sprouted
into beautiful flowers. Each of them had their own personality. The six new
flowers quickly became Timothy’s family. He was known as the father of the
group because of his wise advice and beautiful colors. After all, only the
wisest of flowers were special enough to have colors. Timothy eventually became
a powerful leader in this new flower colony. He told the stories of the clouds
and the rainbow. The other flowers absolutely could not believe that he spent
so long alone. He inspired all of the flowers to be nice to the clouds. He
taught them that even through a rainstorm, there is something at the end of the
tunnel!
Timothy went down in history as boldest colorful
flower. After his death, his seeds blew
away in the wind and more colorful flowers just like him were planted. Now
whenever someone see’s a bold flower, they think of the lonely flower named
Timothy.
Author's Note: I created this story because I love how the flower got his colors! In the original, he was on a cactus and the rainbow got stuck in the thorns. I did not like that mental picture, so I wanted to give it a more friendly approach. Having the rainbow hug the flower meant the flower could still get his colors. I also wanted to emphasize the power of niceness and how alone Timothy was.
Image: Flower from Flickr.
Bibliography: When the Storm God Rides: Tejas and Other Indian Legends by Florence Stratton. Link to online reading.

