Helovia
The morning sun rose easily into the sky, peeping into the foliage where the young filly slept. As its rays whispered along her eyelids, they fluttered open, blinking at the brightness of the sunrise. All that night the rain had pounded down all about her and her hiding place beneath an oak tree, she was mostly dry but patches of her already dark coat were damp, almost black. She breathed deeply, the scent of the spring earth soaking up the water was such a wonderful thing. As she reached her forelegs out to stretch she contemplated food and her belly grumbled in agreement. Perhaps she could even meet new friends! With a quick shake that sent her still almost baby short mane into all sorts of tangles, she stepped into the growing warmth of the sun. As she moved through the forest she tried to take in all its beauty, the birds signing in the branches above her, the skittish doe who ushered her curious baby away from her as she wove towards the meadow ahead. With a small buck, spring fever filling her body, she began a slow canter through the underbrush, she wanted to feel alive. With the warmth of the day upon her dappled back she lept forward, feeling as graceful as the deer she had come across, although knowing she still held all of the gangling legs from foalhood. She would grow to become a handsome woman, but for the time being she was still a child in every way. Not paying attention to her surroundings, she broke clear of the trees, sunlight blinding her for a mere moment. As her eyes adjusted however she squealed in surprise. Ahead of her, too close to stop, was a wall of black and white. Headlong, she plowed into the other horse, crashing into a heap of brown, sweaty fur and legs.
Walkin' between the raindrops,
Riding the aftershock with you.