Contest entry: Cumulomimus

Warning, epicly long comment aproaching, please try to read all of it.

“Look up at the sky, son, and tell me what you see.” The mother raptor said to her son as they gazed into the sky.
“I can see the sun, and some clouds?” He replied nervously, afraid it was some sort of test.
“Good, good.” His mother said almost absentmindedly. “Do you know why the sky is full of clouds?”
This one had him stumped. “No mother, I don’t. Are you going to tell me?”
She looked at his eager face and smiled. “Yes, son, I am. Now listen closely...
When the world was new, the mother-of-all-there-is nursed her eggs, which contained two of every creature that lives today. Now, the mother-of-all-things-”
“Don’t you mean the mother-of-all-there-is, you can’t just change the name part way through!”
“Shh child, it doesn’t matter what we call her, she’s still the same being. Now try to keep quiet, else I’ll send you to sleep early. Now, where were we...
The great mother was like any other mother, in that she loved all her children very much, so she carefully tended all the plants in the land so that her children would have a beautiful world to live in when they hatched. She watched her clutch everyday to keep them safe. Now when they hatched, she told her children “This world is yours, you have the potential to become whatever you wish, my children, and as long as the natural balance is maintained this world will look after you and all your families to come.” And so they left, and did as their mother told them, for they were good hatchlings.
Some of them wanted to eat leaves, so they grew long necks and were known as sauropods. Others loved to run so they became raptors, like us. Sometimes the male and the female had disagreements, but like me and your father do they agreed to differ, which is why some look like separate species.
But there was one of her children that didn’t have a mate, or a form, so the mother-of-all-things approached her child and asked her what was wrong.
“I have no mate.” She replied. “But I am not sad. I can swim with the fishes or fly with the pterosaurs, yet I am neither.”
“Oh my child,” The great mother cried, for she knew things would have to change. “You will not be able to play this game forever, sooner or later you must be, it is the way of things.”
So she went back to running and swimming and flying, until the mother-of-all-there-is approached her again. “My child, time grows short; do you know what you are yet?”
“No mother.” She replied sweetly, before returning to the world.
But the great mother was concerned, and the next day she called her daughter back and warned her again. “I have told you before that you cannot remain this way child, I can only give you one more day to decide, whatever you are at sun high tomorrow is what you will be.” But her daughter left, seeming to ignore her mother’s warning.
But she was crafty, and when the sun was directly overhead she was between forms, so she thought she had escaped being anything. She laughed at her mother, gloating about how clever she was, but when she tried to be again she found she couldn’t, and she realised she had been tricked.
But the great mother lifted her into the sky and comforted her, for she was still her daughter. “By refusing to choose you have chosen nothing, but because I still love you, my child, I will give you a name and a purpose. Your name shall be Cumulomimus, and you shall care for the world of you siblings, by bringing rain and shade when they are needed.”
And when she heard this Cumulomimus wept, and threw herself at the ground, but her tears were only raindrops, and when she hit the ground she was nothing more than mist.” She looked down at her own son and smiled. “And that, my son, is why you can sometimes see shapes in the clouds, as she tries to become like her siblings again. Now, you should really be getting back to the nest, you don’t want your father to see you wandering around this late, he’d have a fit!”
“Yes mother.” The little raptor reluctantly scampered back to the nest and looked up at the sky, deep in thought. After a few minutes of silence he asked “Mother, what did the mother-of-all-things look like?”
His mother laughed softly and nudged him gently. “Now that, that is another story.”

For 's legend behind the legend competition. I was thinking about how to go about writing a new myth, when I thought about dinosaurs (don't ask why) and then I thought, "What would dinosaurs' myths be like?" And then this happened.
I am much happier with the story than the picture, but at least I finished it before the deadline.
Constructive crit welcome, if there is anything that needs changing please tell me before the deadline!

I am better at writing than drawing
I need to learn how to draw another type of cloud
Transparency is a good thing to play around with