He heard it even before seeing it. The sound of raindrops on the bush's leaves slowed down, eventually reducing itself to a single trail of water. The storm was still raging on in the distance, but for this part of the swamp it was over already. Birds chirped overhead as they came out from their nests eager to continue their daily lives. A small rodent scurried out of his hole, twitching its little nose and sniffing the air. He sniffed it too. It smelled of rain and mud and the promise of new sprouts. He shook himself to get rid of the last droplets on his back, then cantered forward slowly.This was the moment he preferred, when everything was still fresh and new. He could almost feel the flowers that were about to sprout. Half walking, half dancing, he made his way to the small river nearby and drank a large sip of water. He wasn't particularly thirsty but liked the tingly taste of water that had just fallen down. It was icy and delicious.
The dirt felt soft under his hooves, turning into mud wherever he stepped. He didn't mind - it was a nice feeling, and he liked the smell of grass that came from the ground. Now the sun had decided to come forward too, and the Kimeti smiled happily as the first rays fell on his face. It didn't seem as if the rainbow would make her appearance this time but it didn't matter. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of warmth after the short cold wetness of the storm.
