07-24-2016, 08:04 PM
I actually kind of love the rain. Pouring down, streaming from the sky, giant raindrops making a splashy impact against my skin, the cool touch of it trailing down my body, the weight of my hair against my face, my neck. Still, I could see why some might find it less than pleasant, sodden down to the skin and dripping and unable to escape it without taking shelter in a cave or under the precarious protection of trees that could easily act as lightning rods if one is especially unlucky.
Ah, but today it’s just the rain, no thunder crashing and rolling across the land, no lightning splitting the sky. And the forest is safe enough to wander in the rain, hm? It’s lovely really, watching the rhythm of the rainfall striking ground saturated enough that water is just beginning to pool.
Still, lovely though the weather might be, there’s only so much entertainment one can get from a bit of water falling from thick grey clouds, giving into the irresistible force of gravity and careening down to embrace the thirsty earth. Far more entertaining, or at least I’m hoping, is an equally thirsty stallion I catch sight of up ahead, licking the water off of the grass at his feet rather than walking the few steps it would take to close the distance between himself and a nearby pond.
I sidle up next to the stranger, taking an extra moment to admire the soft glow of spots trailing down his spine. And when I am beside him, I lower my head to the ground and join him, lapping water off the grass. “Tastes better when it’s freshly fallen,” I say with a sparkle in my gold eyes and just a hint of a grin playing at the corners of my lips.
Another lick, two, three, before I pause and glance over at him again. “I’m Dara. Who’re you, then?”
Ah, but today it’s just the rain, no thunder crashing and rolling across the land, no lightning splitting the sky. And the forest is safe enough to wander in the rain, hm? It’s lovely really, watching the rhythm of the rainfall striking ground saturated enough that water is just beginning to pool.
Still, lovely though the weather might be, there’s only so much entertainment one can get from a bit of water falling from thick grey clouds, giving into the irresistible force of gravity and careening down to embrace the thirsty earth. Far more entertaining, or at least I’m hoping, is an equally thirsty stallion I catch sight of up ahead, licking the water off of the grass at his feet rather than walking the few steps it would take to close the distance between himself and a nearby pond.
I sidle up next to the stranger, taking an extra moment to admire the soft glow of spots trailing down his spine. And when I am beside him, I lower my head to the ground and join him, lapping water off the grass. “Tastes better when it’s freshly fallen,” I say with a sparkle in my gold eyes and just a hint of a grin playing at the corners of my lips.
Another lick, two, three, before I pause and glance over at him again. “I’m Dara. Who’re you, then?”