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"I hate the dry seasons..."
He huffed as he fidgeted over on his cloud once more.
Several months out of the year it seemed like an ideal job. Creating storm clouds and setting up storms all across Equestria was what he loved but this... this was mind numbing.

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White Lightning again, a fun little PNG. I sketched this one out earlier today as I shared the exact same sentiment as this pony. It was either this, or lie face down on the carpet.

White Lightning is one of the best there is at creating storms. He knows all the ins and outs of a proper storm cloud, and his main attention is drawn toward the lightning and thunder specifically.

When he was a young colt, he loved storms, loved to visit factories whenever he could and see them making the clouds.
On one of his visits, his curiosity got the better of him (not to mention that listening was never one of his strong suits) and he was stricken by lightning.
He was worried over and cared for for days, and when he finally woke up, his cutie mark was spotted. A simple white bolt of lightning encircled on his flank.
Ever since, he's had even more of an affinity for those cloudy, rainy days, The kind that advised everypony to stay indoors with brilliant flashes of electric light, and the thundering booms that followed.

Description
"I hate the dry seasons..."
He huffed as he fidgeted over on his cloud once more.
Several months out of the year it seemed like an ideal job. Creating storm clouds and setting up storms all across Equestria was what he loved but this... this was mind numbing.

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-
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White Lightning again, a fun little PNG. I sketched this one out earlier today as I shared the exact same sentiment as this pony. It was either this, or lie face down on the carpet.

White Lightning is one of the best there is at creating storms. He knows all the ins and outs of a proper storm cloud, and his main attention is drawn toward the lightning and thunder specifically.

When he was a young colt, he loved storms, loved to visit factories whenever he could and see them making the clouds.
On one of his visits, his curiosity got the better of him (not to mention that listening was never one of his strong suits) and he was stricken by lightning.
He was worried over and cared for for days, and when he finally woke up, his cutie mark was spotted. A simple white bolt of lightning encircled on his flank.
Ever since, he's had even more of an affinity for those cloudy, rainy days, The kind that advised everypony to stay indoors with brilliant flashes of electric light, and the thundering booms that followed.