"Look at that one! It looks just like a squirrel! Well, a sneezing squirrel." Summer pointed to a small, dark cloud in front of a larger white one.
"A sneezing squirrel?" Sasha turned a mischievous gaze to her. "I think it looks like a dragon."
"Dragons' tails aren't that fluffy." Summer responded with mock seriousness, turning to her date with an equally impish twinkle. "And besides, it's very clearly holding a nut."
Sasha laughed. He stared at her for a moment, delighting in her cheer and silliness. "Maybe it's a sneezing dragon. He has a cold, so he's wearing a fluffy blue snuggie and holding a cup of tea."
He might have gotten the statement out with a straight face had Summer not snorted at the word snuggie. She rolled her face onto his chest as they laughed with abandon. Finally, she regained control enough to ask, "A dragon? In a snuggie? With a cup of tea? Where does that even come from?" His mock-hurt facial expression sent her into laughter again, which he cut off by pressing his lips to hers.
She broke away reluctantly a few minutes later, whispering, "There are children around." She returned to lying beside him, looking up at the sky and seeking shapes in the thickening summer clouds.
"What do you think that one is?" asked Sasha, pointing to a low, dark cloud that was approaching quickly.
"That one looks like a thunderstorm." Summer stated with certainty. "And if we don't move quickly, we are going to be very wet and surrounded by lightning."
She began hastily packing up the picnic lunch they had shared, startled for a moment by a flash of lightning followed quickly by loud peal of thunder. Sasha folded the blanket, took the picnic basket from her, and they made a run for the nearby large pavilion on the park grounds just as the first raindrops fell.