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Weejay could tell the storm was on cusp of opening. She settled besides Towhee, her eyes riveted to the sky as Meerkat was pulled under the brush. Any second now they could expect a downpour.

Flinching instinctively at the fierce clap of thunder, followed by the rippling snarl of lightning as it fused across the sky, Weejay's fell flat as fat drops of rain began to pelt down. Inching under the broad leaves of a fern, Weejay grinned as Meerkat WOW'd to herself. She shared similar sentiments - it was always incredible to watch a summer storm, especially from the safety of cover. "It is cool." She affirmed, looking to the sky as another flare of light snaked across the clouds. "But, I wouldn't wanna get caught out in the open. Sometimes those lights hit the earth, and it makes the ground smell funny." She wrinkled her nose, remembering the patch of lightning that had struck a tree not so far from the copse. It had died, and the smell of burnt tree and ozone had been enough to give Weej the jeebies.