Monday came slowly, and when I woke up, I could still vividly remember three individual dreams. I was up at about dawn, and when I returned home from my morning fly (I'm using it casually), I saw a mound of presents sitting wrapped on the kitchen table. There was at least one present from everypony there at last night's party.

    I didn't need to act too quickly, because I knew that Dashie would be sleeping for two more hours. I picked up each one, individually, and stuck them as hidden as I could in the walk-in closet upstairs, between our two bedrooms.

    When Dashie finally woke up, I helped her get back into her cloud-chair and she brought herself to the kitchen table. I set a piece of toast with butter in front of it, and she bit into it, still groggy.

    "Hey!" she complained. "This is cold!"

    "Well, it would've been warm I you were up at eight."

    She thought for a second, then wolfed down her toast and floated quickly to the door. "I gotta go." I smiled. "I still have stuff to do today, like I have to make it rain over Sweet Apple-"

    "Dashie!" I said, starting to laugh. "I know this stuff's important, but you can't fly unil next Sunday!" I stood up and floated her back to the table. "I'll do it for you."

    She stared up at me. "You really think you know how?"

    "Well, yeah, you've been doing since you were eight." I floated out the door. "How hard can it be?"

    "RRRGH!" I tore through the clouds in frustration. I'd been trying to make this cloud rain for an hour. It was about noon, and the sun was killing me. I groaned, and laid on top of the big grey cloud that I was trying to make work.

    BOOM!! A bolt of lightning zoomed out of the cloud under me. I gasped and flew into the air. Just then, a bright (I mean, really bright; almost neon) purple Pegasus flew towards me from the clouds. "Hey, hey, dude, what are you tryna do?"

    I looked down. I had accidentally scorched an apple tree. I grimaced, and turned back to the pony in front of me. I saw that his cutie mark was a black cloud and three raindrops. "HELP MEEE!" I cried, falling backwards onto the cloud. "I've got no idea how to do this!"

   "Well, why are you, then?"

   I tried to explain what had happen to Rainbow Dash, and he sighed. "I remember her. The one with the rainbow mane." I became interested. "I was the one who brought her in."

    "What, to the hospital?" I said. This Pegasus had saved my Dashie. "Thank you," I said, holding out my hoof.

    We got off to a pretty good start, and he began teaching me about clouds, and when they were ready to rain, and the sweet spot to hit them.

    I practiced until about three, and I thought by then I was pretty good at it. I had a feeling I would enjoy doing this for the next week. "Thanks, uh..." I started.

    "Oh, I'm Raindrop." he said, laughing. "Why didn't I tell you before?"

    "Hey, did you ever meet Rainbow Dash before?" I asked. "I mean, aside from..."

    "No, I just felt compelled to help a stranger in need." he replied. Nice guy.

    "You know what, I feel like I owe you something." I said. "You ever read my article in the Storywheel?"

    "Oh, that's you? Nice story, dude."

    "Yeah, thanks," I replied. "Well, anyways, I think I'll make you a character."

    His face lit up (more than it would have because of the neon purple). "Oh, awesome!" he said, grinning. "You really will?" I nodded. "I'm gonna be in a story, I'm gonna be in a story..." he flew off singing.

    I finished off Dashie's job list before returning to find her in bed. It must have taken her all day to get up those stairs. I smiled. I knew she'd be up for dinner, though.

    I decided to start writing right away. I knew that this would be a long chapter. Next Chapter: Chapter Seventeen - Congrats Estimated time remaining: 44 Minutes