AN: Okkay, I'll try writing this fic because I can't produce anything today. I either have a massive writer's block, or I'm extremely tired / moody. I think it's still snowing outside, which might be it. Plus when I tried to check I almost fell back with my chair. T.T

Tiny, pink paws made soft clinking sounds on the wet pavement as they touched the gross water. A long, white tail with a cream-colored ring on it swished in annoyance as a cold raindrop fell on it, followed by many others. A soft, almost huff like sound left the small creature as it ran to find some kind of shelter, the rain soaking its longish, soft fur, making it look like some mutant from those almost scary movies. Finally, a place where human children liked to go appeared in the the small creature's sight, making it let out an almost happy mew as it darted towards it, its tiny feet bringing it towards the slide under which it would be safe from the drenching horror that humans called downpour. Curling up, the small animal looked as the raindrops hit the sand one by one, making a weird, muddy substance it hated a lot as it would always stick to its fur, making cleaning it very hard. But at least now, the small, white creature had a cold, but dry place where its fur would dry. It could only hope that the rain would stop soon. 

A shiver went down the small, soaked animal's spine as it glanced at the rain, mesmerized yet scared by the way each tiny drop hit the ground, their soft sound barely heard even by its sharp ears. Rain in this area, had always been pretty usual, but it didn't mean that the furry creature could ever get used to it. Well, cats - because that was what our little hero was, a small, long-haired white kitten with almost unnoticable cream-colored spots on its head and tail - had always hated water, hadn't they?

Yawning widely, its small fangs showed a little before the cat laid its head on its soft, grayish paws and fell into a slumber, the rain's calm, even pounding on the swing being its lullaby.

A soft purr emitted from the sleeping creature's chest as it sometimes made small, jerking movements as if it was hunting, its sharp claws sometimes scratching the ground under it. 

Slowly, the sun had come out, the rain quietening dow,n it barely seemed like it was falling. Yet it was reflecting the sun's light, creating an elegant, yet faint rainbow. 

By the time a pair of round, brownish-green feline eyes fluttered open, the last drops had fallen. The sun was shining brightly, already drying the ground, its sneaky ray