Random one-shot that came to me while I was laying in bed and listening to the rain outside. Hope you enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Thomas the Tank Engine.
It was a wet winter's night on the Island of Sodor. Wind was blowing fiercely while rain was lashing down heavily. The double doors of each berth at Tidmouth Sheds were being tugged on furiously. The storm tried to force its way in to no avail.
No matter how wild the weather was, it was unable to disturb the engines who were sound asleep - nor did manage to hinder the thoughts of the only one who happened to be wide awake.
Henry was listening to all the noise going on outside. He was glad no one else in the sheds was conscious to know what was going through his smokebox. He had spent all night listening to the rain - while remembering the time he had refused to come out of the tunnel during similar wet weather.
How could I have possibly been afraid of all this?! Henry wondered. All it is just a couple of drops of water! It wasn't worth being worried over - and it certainly wasn't worth the Fat Controller bricking me up in that tunnel like the unruly, cold-hearted monster in a top hat that he is!
Henry checked around to be sure the rest of the engines were still unable to hear what he was thinking. None of them showed any signs of being awake. They would have surely would have not hesitated to make fun of the big green engine if they'd known he was reminiscing such an embarrassing moment of his messed-up life.
Once reassured his friends were still asleep, Henry felt no need to hold back a smirk made of all the smugness he felt he had every right to feel.
I should not let that bother me, he thought. I eventually got over my irrational fear that the rain spoil my lovely green paint with red stripes! I should feel proud of myself for managing that! I've never let rain bother me ever since, and I'm still as handsome as ever, whatever the weather-
Henry's vain thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the wind suddenly tore off the double doors of his berth. A shocked cry escaped him - followed by a disgusted splutter as the rain began to bucket down on him. With his doors now gone, there was nothing to protect him from getting soaked from the rain. It poured brutally into his face, as well as onto his beloved paintwork from boiler to tender.
"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Henry hollered, waking up every one of his friends in an instant.
"What's the matter, Henry?" teased Thomas. "Afraid of the rain again, are you?"
The little blue tank engine burst into rude laughter, joined in no time by Percy, James and Gordon.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF WELSH COAL!" screamed Henry.
Hope you liked this story! I know Henry didn't! XD