The moon was a patch of white on dark blue quilt of sky, and everyone looked up with admiring eyes.
"Werewolves. We'll get eaten by werewolves," Stork mumbled. "And Moon Fever!"
Piper shushed him.
It was beautiful, the full moon.
Aerrow grinned.
"It's almost time," he declared.
The first meteor fell lonesomely, a solitary red streak across the quilt.
Then, another joined it.
The sky wept fire.
The moon beamed.
The Storm Hawks watched as the sky fell.
OOO
A/N: Gracias to Dragonwings144 for giving me the idea with your story, "Shades". Meteors! Whee!