Grey clouds rolled over the hills of the moor, a distance crack of thunder spooking Larkkit out of her concentration. What was that? She scampered towards where the other kits had grouped up, a few trying to exclude her but their mothers quickly chastising them. Then... it happened.
A drop plopped down onto Lark's nose and she sneezed; more droplets followed, and pretty soon the rain was in full swing. It scared Lark how dark the sky got, but the rain was so pretty to look at!
She ran in circles, giggling as the stuff splashed back at her, eventually realizing the mud that was being stirred up by her. She kicked at the mud and giggled harder.
It was a shame everyone else was missing all the fun.