BellflowerNight's Clan

the breeze is cold shifting though the trees. and skies are dark filled with no stars. the smell of rain is accompanied with the soft sound of thunder in the distant hills of grass. one black dragon can be seen in a fields gazing out towards the dark skie. she is quiet and waiting. lightning flashes and thunder begins to roar. the rain soft at first but slowly becomes heavier like sheets of water across the darkness. pelting her fanned crest as her mullberry wings seem to sag from the weight of the rain. she sighs gidaly. she likes the rain, she likes to play in it and play she did. she Jumped and Rolled, she Dashed and Laughed. so happy for rain :)