I spend my days napping on the tall trees surrounding my hidden pond. When I wake I take to flight, gliding the expanse of woods as the sun begins to set. The lingering shadows travel with me, growing until they cover the forest floor.

As night spreads across the darkening sky and the stars come to life, a gentle trickle of rain begins to fall. The droplets bounce leaf to leaf, eventually reaching my overgrown pond. As the ripples expand and merge, I dip down to the surface to join them in their delicate dance.

As the gentle sprinkle becomes a stronger pour from the clouds above, I begin my favourite pastime - basking in the rain. I stretch myself wide, allowing as many of the raindrops to bounce against my wings as possible. It's relaxing to allow yourself to become one with the storm around you.