Twilight Sparkle reclined back against the mass of pillows she’d piled up on the bed. Her horn flared and the book she’d selected for this evening’s reading levitate up off the nightstand and over to her. Opening the book the alicorn began reading.
Through an open window in the princess’s bedroom Twilight could hear the pitter-patter of rain against crystalline walls of the palace. Further in the distance the low rumble of thunder came rolling over hills and valleys of Ponyville.
A smile slowly spread across Twilight’s face. Page Turner and Mirror Image were out of town on a mission, so the princess was by herself tonight, for a moment the light mauve mare felt a bit of nostalgia. She remembered many an evening rain as she laid in her bed in Canterlot as a filly reading. The start of the school year at Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorn was often heralded by late summer showers in the evening.