<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa"><span style="font-size: 10px"> The old man is snoring , or at least one was . Somewhere in the world . Sleeping right through the calm pitter patter of water against each of the house's windows . There was nothing like it . The smell , the warm , cozy feeling that only the most heartless and senseless beings could avoid . The clouded sky that blocked sunlight , the mini polls of water that sprung up wherever the land dipped in too deep . That day was not at all busy , not yet it wasn't . At least , for them it wasn't . The streets were clear of cars and the only sounds coming from outside other than raindrops dancing along the roof were the soft giggles and silly laughter of children outside . They ran out against their parents will in their playclothes and did just what they were meant to do . Being drenched did not matter or cross their mind in the slightest . Now , for those of us who might be stuck inside on such a gloriously calm day , such as these lucky three , an entire different world of adventures have opened up . </span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><br/>
Nicole's head had jolted up after hearing the slam thunder moments after the flash of lightning . The closeness of the boom and flash had scared her senseless while she tried thinking it out and counting how many seconds had passed . It was impossible in her current panicked state . Though , really , who could actually remember the proper method for counting how close lightning was to them ? Another flash and an ugly clash would convince her to scurry up to Master's arm . Petting over each muscle that was defined on his arm , she finally relaxed her head back down to her shoulder . Eyes locked on the good friend and other pet that rested on the opposite side . </span>