Its a small world

A little boy lived on the slopes of a rolling green hill.And all over were even more green hills. They swelled and dipped cheerfully all around his house.On sunny days white cotton clouds would saunter by the hills. The little boy would lie back on the thick green grass. The clouds made funny faces and made him laugh.
On stormy evenings, the wind would howl around his house and angry dark clouds would come knocking on the tight shut door. Rain would lash against the windows and pester its ways in.The little boy would stare out the window. The helpless clouds outside would make him laugh -and clutch tighter to his mother's hand.