Lighting flashed across the sky.

Luna stood by her window, her face smiling as she was pelted with tiny droplets of rain, each almost frozen, almost hail, almost snow. She stretched her arms out, ignoring the goosebumps.

Luna loved storms, she always had. They brought with them an energy that no other feat of nature could match. Energy that made her shiver with delight, tingle with excitement.

The other girls cowered under blankets as the storm grew in intensity.

The rain slashed down into the lake, the night sky was a black as pitch.

From far away, distant thunder pealed.