These Wormadams were all sisters and they always stuck together like glue. Each of the Wormadam sisters were different in their own way. One was surrounded by a plant cloak. Her healthy, green leaves kept her warm at night. Another one had a sandy cloak on because of this, she's part ground type. And the last one had a trash cloak on and was part steel type. These Wormadams were rapidy flying through the air, trying to find shelter. The three Wormadams were surrounded by dark clouds, inching closer to start raining. This isn't a big deal to the two Wormadam sisters, but it is to Wormadam, the one that is part ground type. Water is her weakness. Her sisters do not want her getting weak in the rain.
"Hurry, it's going to rain!" Wormadam cried out in a worry.
"Don't worry, we'll make sure the rain won't touch you." The two sisters said in union.
The two sisters, that are not weak against water type, searched frantically for shelter. Finally the grass type found the perfect shelter, a hole in a fairly large tree. The sisters followed Wormadam and quickly barged into the hole. The hole was big enough to fit all the sisters, but it was a tight fit, however. The steel type Wormadam and the grass type Wormadam sheltered the ground type Wormadam, so they were sticking out of the hole a bit.
"Thank you, sisters."
The steel type Wormadam and the grass type Wormadam smiled at their sister.
"You're welcome."
The dark, gray clouds were closer now, threatening to rain now. It was going to be a big storm, they could tell. The Wormadam sisters looked as the wind thrashed through the branches and leaves of the trees in the woods. The thunder cackled and boomed, the rain then started to immediatly poured down. It was raining Glameows and Growlithes.
"What a terrible storm. I hope it clears up soon."
They continued to kindly shelter their sister through the terrible storm. Because that's what family is for.