The once sunny day had become choked with clouds and now looked as though rain would begin to fall in a matter of seconds. The musty scent that often signaled rain reached Romans nostrils and was exhaled in a puff of vapor. With an exasperated sigh the stallion stopped his venturing in order to seek shelter from the coming storm. His eyes scanned the tree line until coming across a large tree with thick branches. Though it would not keep him fully dry it would likely shelter him from the worst of the storm. Veering to his left he cut across the clearing he had been trekking through and stepped beneath the trees branches just in time for droplets of water to pour from the gray sky. Just as he had initially thought he could feel the chilled water seeping into his coat and resting on his bare flesh. Already his mane had begun to curl and drip. Though, he could only imagine what it would be like standing out there without any protection above his head.
A fork of lightening cut through the sky and vanished somewhere beyond the horizon shortly followed by a loud boom of thunder. Shuffling a hoof into the earth he grumbled, now he would be stuck beneath this tree for some time. The eye of the storm was quickly approaching and unfortunately he had been lucky enough to be caught nearly in the middle of it. Displeased but helpless he lowered himself down to the ground, folding his legs beneath of him and resting his belly on the soft grass below. Gazing out at the downpour he felt a sense of relaxation yet anxiety at the same time. He hated staying in one place too long, it brought about too many unpleasant memories of the likes he did not wish to dwell on.
