>Bright flashes cut through the heavy black clouds.
>Angular snakes of electrical discharge slither through the sky.
>A moment later a loud booming thunderstrike shakes the scenery.
>Low, bone-shaking, terrifying, like a sound of nuclear detonation.
>Savage blasts of wind relentlessly tear down massive old trees of Everfree.
>Among the storm-induced dusk they look like gargantuan monsters flailing their limbs.
>The downpour rages around, not splashing, not gushing -- roaring and bellowing.
>You're squirming on the ground, hugging one of Celestia's front legs, pressing your cheek tightly against her shoulder.
>The majestic white mare towers above you, her wings half-unfolded, wingtips linked together forming a canopy above you.
>Under her wings the air is still.
>No raindrop touches the grass.
>Her body is warm enough for you to not care much for a unpleasing wet cold around.
"OK, OK, can we go back?"
>"Anon, wasn't it your idea to have a look at the untamed weather because you apparently got tired of everything being managed by hoof?"
>Her heavenly voice pours from above, somehow completely muffling the raging tempest around for a moment.
>You look up at her.
>Celestia stands unyielding, her head held high, facing the rain that never touches her.
>The blazing aurora borealis of her mane hastlessly soars as it pleases, undisturbed by the wind.
>Another huge lightning crosses the sky, reflecting in her golden regalia.
>You snuggle up to her instinctively.
>Her coat feels so nice and comforting.
>She cocks her head and looks down, smiling a warm, reassuring smile.
>"Come on, Anon. With me you have nothing to be afraid of. Let's appreciate the wonder around us. The pure, untamed, primordial, magical wonder!"
>Her calm tone, her warmth, reassuring and confident power radiating from her soothes you.
>Relaxing a bit, you peek from under her wing, looking at the sky, at the rain, at the raging forest.
>It feels like when you was a kid, sitting near a window, marveling at the typhoon outside from the safety of your home.
>"Isn't it fascinating, Anon?"
"Actually... Yes, it is, my Princess!"
>You stand up, your shoulder reaching her withers, keeping your hand at her side.
>She bumps you with her nose, like a mare reassuring a timid foal.
>You smile back and deeply inhale the cold damp air full of wild foresty smells, somewhat hushed by the rain.
>Celestia hugs you with her wing and you return the favor, throwing your arm over her back.
>You enjoying the scenery together.