twilightpony | A Hard Rain

We had heat and rain today. We were next on Cloudsdale's route and they sent us steady showers over the fields and a pounding rain in the middle of town. A hot rain downpour! That was just too much to resist.

I galloped through the drizzle into town to join the crowd frolicking in the rain. I slowed down to a hurried trot as I got near, to look a little more mature and to avoid slipping on the wet pavement and landing on my face. There was a crowd too. Ponies of all ages giggling and splashing like colts and fillies, colts and fillies squealing with delight, and foals all eyes and ears, not making a sound at all. We all got soaked. We looked like wet mops of every color, wet mops with giant silly grins. The smell of wet ponies and mud was all around and it smelled wonderful.

The clouds drained quickly and snickering pegasi peeled them away, sending sunbeams and rainbows our way. Pinkie led the crowd in a cheer for Cloudsdale for this wonderful surprise, then the chattering crowd broke up as everypony headed for home and a towel, myself included. Out in the fields, a light rain was still falling.