Mr. Gloomingdale's Downpour

Just like the flowers, they always seemed to be having a good time. Mister gleaming, Dale was not having a good time. Being surrounded by such happy creatures would just remind him about how grumpy he was feeling. How could everybody around me be so happy when I'm so grouchy? He bellowed. Can't they see that I'm in the most terrible mood? Nobody seems to care. On a day that he was so grouchy he could hardly stand it and mysterious leaflet arrived in his litter box. There was a message on it. Which said, make your life wonderful. Do you ever wish you'd like to come true? Follow the directions on this invitation. I don't know about wonderful, mister gleaming Dale said. And it sounds like nonsense. If it's not no, it might be a way to stop all this annoying, happiness. I could be grumpy and peace. 

He then stomped out of his cottage in outer front gate, passed the smiling daisies in little creatures who were all so happy to see him. He followed the directions on the leaflet, walking further and further away from his home. Until he came across a large cluster of trees. As he walked beside them, he noticed it was getting very dark and very cold. Mister Bloomingdale was about to complain about how grumpy the cold and darkness were making him feel. When he noticed something made of gray stone, a little further away amongst some trees. Walking closer towards it, he found that it was a small stone wishing well, with a sign above it, saying, try your luck. Make a wish, but do so wisely, make a wish, grump to mister gleaming Dale. Do so wisely, you grouch. I've got a wish to make all right. He took a big golden coin out of his pocket. Holding it up, he proclaimed, I wish, but the sky above me could have no sunshine and cheer. 

As long as I'm in this grumpy mood, even dropped the coin into the well, and it landed at the bottom with a little splash. For a moment. Everything was silent. Then, as he started to walk away, he heard a low rumbling noise, almost like thunder. And rain started to pour from above right onto his head. Mister gloomy, I ran home as fast as he could with rain pelting him all the way. He ran straight past a smiling daisies without even stopping to grump at them, not noticing that they were not being rained on. He kept running until he reached the inside of his little cottage, slamming the door behind him. It was the gleaming Dale was soaking wet. And now grumpier than ever. Looking outside, he noticed something very strange. Even though it had been raining hard on him, and he was dripping weed. Everywhere he looked outside, it was still as bright and sunny as ever. He stepped outside and it started to rain on him again. 

While everywhere around him, the sun was still shining. Mister glennon's wish had come true. The sunshine was gone from above, but only from above him. This went on for a very long time. Every time mister gleaming Dale went outside his cottage, it was a downpour above his head, while everywhere else around him, the daisies and creatures would be smiling in the bright and warm sunlight. He had to start wearing a big yellow raincoat and a yellow waterproof hat to keep them being drenched. He thought he looked ridiculous wearing this outfit, which made him live. Now I really have something to be cross about. He grumbled. Mister gleaming Dale felt so cross that it first he didn't notice that things were beginning to change around him. It was starting to get sunnier and sunnier and hotter and hotter. It was getting so hot that the daisies and little creatures were no longer looking very cheerful. 

They were all looking very hot and it started to droop as if they needed some rain themselves. The daisies, especially, would not survive. If they didn't get any water soon, this thought didn't make them grouchy, grumpy, or even irritated. Mister glooming Dale realized that the thought of his bright, colorful flowers, not greeting him happily every day. Suddenly made him feel very, very sad. He became so sad that he let his head fall and dropped his umbrella to the side. When he did this, a little rain fell from above him onto one of the daisies. The daisy, feeling the water started to stir. This gave mister gloomy Dale an idea. He stood over more of the daisies, lowering his umbrella to let The Rain from above him fall onto them. He did this to each of the daisies, and to each of the little creatures until one by one, they started to revive. 

Once they were all feeling better, some wonderful things happened. The Rain above mister Bloomingdale's head began to slow from a downpour to a drizzle to a trickle until it stopped altogether. The sun, too, was no longer so terribly hot. It was back to being bright and warm. When he saw that it helped everybody and how happy he'd made them, this made mister gloomy now smile. He noticed something else too. For some reason, he didn't feel grumpy anymore.