Pinkie had strange habits that many would consider irrational or illogical. Most of these habits would be brushed off and easily explained by saying that they were part of what made Pinkie such an eccentric pony. One habit though, was easier for others to understand. While the weather was always scheduled and available for ponies to see, Pinkie actively chose to ignore it. Doing so would make each day a surprise. Today was no different.
Like every other morning Pinkie tip toed towards her window with a smile on her face. A gentle snore echoed around her room as she made her way to the window. She stopped in front of a dark red curtain and reached out for it.
“Okay world,” she said closing her eyes. “What kind of surprises do you have in store today?” Pinkie pulled the curtain aside and pushed her window open. Her eyes opened and the smile on her face grew. “Good morning, Ponyville!” Pinkie’s smile shrank a small bit as she looked out. Dark grey clouds covered the sky and rain was falling at a steady pace. The streets were empty save for a grey pegasus delivering mail.
“Aww,” she pouted. “It’s raining. I was hoping that there’d be sunshine today.” A barely audible yawn brought Pinkie’s attention away from the window. She looked down to her right to find a small alligator slowly opening his eyes. Pinkie picked up the alligator and placed him on the window sill.
“Good morning, Gummy.” Pinkie rubbed her nose against Gummy’s. “Sleep well?” Gummy gurgled. “That sounds like such a fun dream! I wish I could have had something like that. All I had was a dream about Equestria being nothing but a work of fiction. But that’d be silly! I mean, if Equestria is fictional, then it means that everypony and everything inside it is too. And if that’s true, then it means…” Thunder rolling across the sky stopped Pinkie from continuing. Both Gummy and Pinkie looked outside.
“Oh, right. Thanks weather for reminding me! Gummy, unfortunately we’re going to have to take a rain check for our plans today.” Gummy blinked. “Well, okay, I don’t think that’ll work but stranger things have happened.” Pinkie cleared her throat.
“Rain, rain, go away,” she sang. “Come again another day.” The rain continued falling. “See Gummy? That song never works. And why would it?” Pinkie started walking away from the window.
“It’s just a nursery rhyme that ponies sing to their foals to help them sleep. It doesn’t have any real… did the rain just stop?” Gummy gurgled. Pinkie’s eyes widened and she returned to the window. The rain had stopped falling and the clouds were slowly receding. The sound of thunder was fading away with the clouds. “Wait! I didn’t really mean it!”
“Rain, rain, come and stay,” Pinkie sang. “Little Johnny wants to play.” Thunder once again rolled across the sky. The clouds returned and lightning fell from them. Rain soon followed causing both Pinkie and Gummy to blink in confusion.
“Did I just…” Gummy nodded. “Huh. Let’s try that again."
“Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day,” she sang. Like before, the rain stopped and the clouds receded. “Rain, rain, come and stay. Little Johnny wants to play.” The clouds slowly returned to their positions and thunder rolled across the sky. Pinkie’s eyes widened.
“Dear Celestia!” she gasped. “I can control the weather with songs! Do you know what this means, Gummy?” Gummy leapt from the window sill and bit onto Pinkie’s mane.
“Gummy! That’s terrible!” Pinkie said in shock. “I’d never abuse my power like that. But you do raise an interesting question.” Pinkie started walking towards the stairs leading to Sugar Cube Corner.
“If I can control the weather with songs, what else can I do with it?” she asked out loud. “Can I control other things with my singing? Will I be able to do whatever I want while I sing? Will everypony listen to me and obey while under my sway?” Gummy blinked. “You’re right. Let’s test that theory by baking cupcakes.” Pinkie opened the door and left her room. When the door closed, laughter could be heard from outside the window. Lying on top of the cloud was a cyan pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail. Flying beside her was a tortoise wearing a pair of goggles over his eyes and a propeller on the back of his shell.
“Tank,” the pegasus said. “That was a great idea. Thanks for thinking it.” Tank held out his leg and the pegasus tapped it. She sat up and wiped a tear away from her eyes.
“In all seriousness though,” she continued. “Do you think we should tell her now?” Tank nodded. He dived into a cloud causing it to poof out of existence. The pegasus flew up and followed the tortoise’s example of hitting clouds. When they were done, they landed at the back entrance of Sugar Cube Corner, and knocked on the door.