twilightpony | Blue Mare Group

I got a good soaking today. Late this afternoon I went out to run a few errands and to stretch my legs (that's good for the circulation and the digestion). I'd picked up a few quills, some fresh green alfalfa and a couple of books I'd ordered. On the way back I was nose deep in Quantum Energy Transfers and Micro Manipulation: Proceeding from the 65th Decennial Canterlot Conference on the Advancement of Magic and on instinctive navigation. I didn't notice that the sky was filling up with big black clouds.

It get very dark very quickly and I automatically lit my horn to see what I was reading. I was in the zone. Then I heard a low rumble. It sounded like an avalanche building up momentum and it sounded like it was headed straight for me. That made me look.

Looking back over my shoulder and then up, I saw the clouds and I saw flickering lightning. It wasn't raining yet and generally our weather ponies manage to tame the lightning pretty well. So I just picked up my heels in a light trot and kept going.

I'd just about found the paragraph where I'd left off when it started to rain. Hard. Great. I put a protective shield over my book, held the book over my head and trotted faster. Then the real lightning strikes happened. Right behind me.

All of a sudden the air got a blue tinge, I smelled ozone, and the thunder! It sounded like a giant beast was tearing its way out of the rock slide and it was heading my way! The lightning flashes were dazzling and I wasn't trotting anymore. I was at a full gallop, racing for my front door toward safety, so far away. Behind me there was a sound of titanic hoofsteps. Slow at first, but picking up speed, working up to a trot, then a gallop, with a sound like the ground was going split asunder right down to Tartarus. Now I was terrified.

I never galloped so fast in my life. I streaked, screaming, right past the outskirts of Ponyville, down the road to the Treecastle, magically opening the door while I was a dozen body lengths away and slamming it shut a split second latter. I didn't stop until I was in my library room.

Soaking wet, gasping for air, my heart pounding so fast I could feel it in my ears, I stood stock still in my library. I happened to be staring at my sorting table. There, on top of a neat stack of papers, illuminated by the continuous lightning flashes, was a printed program. "Blue Mare Group Outdoor Concert. Cloudsdale's Finest Brontotechnic Percussion Orchestra is coming to Ponyville! Be prepared to be amazed and thrilled as the Blue Mare Group unleashes thousands of tuned lightning strikes and musical rumbles to shake you to the bone!" And it went on to list the works to be performed. I'd just fled in terror from the second movement of Night Mare Mountain. Now I felt soaking wet and foalish. I'd forgotten all about it.

I dried off, and now that I had my wits about me, I teleported, first to Rarity's boutique. Nopony answered the door so I gritted my teeth and bravely teleported to Sugarcube Corner's front door. All my friends were there looking out the windows, including Spike. Sugarcube Corner has a good east - west view of the concert and I joined them to watch the rest of it.

The last piece ended with the clouds parting, revealing the setting sun to the west and a rainbow to the east, to the sound of a sighing rumble, like the clouds had gone to sleep. After the last rumble had faded away and the blue-clad pegasus performers had gathered on a fluffy white cloud over the center of town to take their bows, the citizens of Ponyville poured out into the streets and drummed their hooves and whickered and whinnied in applause. It had been an outstanding performance.