He stood in the rain allowing the water to run down his face. A small smile clung to his face and his eyes were clamped shut. It was the first time he had thought to enjoy bad weather. Sastimos ignored the tickling feeling in his wings. This was why he had never stayed out in the rain for too long, the darned things attached to his back were much too sensitive for rain, or anything really. As the feeling got worse, he rolled his eyes and took refuge under a tree. His mane stuck to his face and his coat shined adding beauty to him. But he didn't know this. It actually annoyed him. The rain had been lovely for a little while but now he was miserable. The thunder roared above him and for once, he did not want to be alone.
