> A Sunny Day
>  by NinjaBrony43009
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> Musings and Choosings
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        I look around, just absorbing how amazing today is turning out. No clouds mar our sky, which is why I’m so happy. I simply can’t stand a day that is anything but sunny. That wasn’t too logical, if you thought about our job for a bit. Wasn’t it our job to bring rain so plants could grow, so animals could drink? I was born to fly, born to control what clouds do, including rain, so why should I not want it to rain?





        It’s actually an intriguing story. My Mama and Papa had an odd humor, as anypony can find out. Just study my autograph and you’ll know why I so abhor a cloudy day. But, as it is, I’m just a normal pony, just doing my job, trudging along through cloudy and stormy days that grind away any bliss I could think to harbor on such dusky occasions. My only consolation is in that bright shining orb that roams lazily across its bright cyan canvas from dawn to dusk.





        It’s too bad it can’t just stay sunny. I pity anypony who can’t simply fly atop any raining clouds as I do. If it had to rain, I had a customary ritual: without fail, I would go out, start what downpour my boss said to, and fly straight back up to find a cloud to nap on all day. Up top it was always bright, but what was a sunny day without any company?





        But on a day such as this, I try not to allow such musings to cloud my mind. Today, my sun is out, and I won’t sour my mood with any cloudy thoughts. It’s stunning out, and I can’t wait to start using my wings. I jump up and flap hard, taking off with a rush. So long, dusty old ground! Cool air wraps around my body as I fly away from what I think is a dismal prison to stay in. I pity anypony without wings; flying is an ability I wouldn’t abandon for anything.





        As a light gust blows at my back, I try to think of who I’ll hang out with today. I don’t work on sunny days, obviously, but most anypony I know has a normal day job. No, I think, nopony can hang out right now. Only a pony with my own job won’t turn out busy today, and that narrows it down to a small amount.





        Right away, you pop up in my mind, Rainbow Dash. It was dazzling out, so I thought you would probably work on stunts and tricks today. I could probably find you without looking on a day such as today, I think with a grin. But do I actually want to try it? My grin falls away as this thought brings a cloud into what was a sunny mood. Do I want to risk hanging out with you if I know I can hardly talk to you? Do I want to approach who I think is alluring and charming and all-around good-looking just to say ‘You wanna hang?’ Do I want to try and say ‘hi’ to you today, as if today is going to vary from what normality I try to maintain?





        Do I want to finally try to show you how crazy I’m going without you?





        Probably not, but I know I’ll try anyway.





        I tilt my wings, angling upward for a good look around. Right away, I find you, flying around Town Hall, doing all kinds of tricks and stunts. Anypony I talk to says what you do is crazy, but I think it’s... Actually, I think it’s hot. Anything you do is simply hypnotic. Watching you try all of that crazy stuff is captivating, and I can’t look away; I don’t want to look away.





        I drop down and land quickly, hiding almost by instinct. If you saw how I watch you, it would probably disturb you, so I try to stay out of sight. I follow you all across your sky as you do your daring tricks, happy to watch you as I am about a sunny day. For now, I just watch as I try to think of what I’m going to say.





        I only wish it was that straightforward. I can’t just waltz up and ask you out, although that’s what I want to do most of all. I could try to start small talk, but I’m awful at it with anypony, so that probably won’t work with a girl I’m crushing on. You probably won’t want to hang out if you want to work on your tricks, so that stops my brainstorm in its tracks.





        It’s funny how I can’t talk to you, of all girls, who look so outgoing.





        I watch you as I think, caught up in how any difficult trick looks simplistic as you do it. But as I watch, you abruptly start to shoot out of control towards Town Hall. Without stopping to think, I jump out of my hiding spot and fly towards you as fast as I can.





        You lurch right just as you almost hit Town Hall, and with a gasp I dash forward and catch you in my arms. I almost flinch at a surprising contact with my hoof and your flank, but I try to roll with it as I land softly. You look up at my awkward grin in what looks similar to shock.





        “Uh... hi,” I finally say, and almost kick my own flank for how stupid I sound. ‘Hi’? That’s what I say with you in my arms, just as I always long for at night? ‘Hi’?





        “...Hi.” 





	You awkwardly climb out of my grasp, and it hurts to withdraw from such a quick contact that I could only prolong in my imagination. I’ll probably do that a lot tonight, actually.


	


	I can’t think of anything to say, so I just stand awkwardly, still holding up that dumb, foalish grin so I won’t blush as much. I’m caught up in how amazing you look, although your hair is crazy and you still look a bit dizzy. I can only wish it isn’t obvious how much I’m drawn to you.


	


	“Um, thanks for that,” you say following a lull.


	


	“Uh-huh.” I nod dumbly. Think! Can’t I think of anything to say? As it is, I can hardly hold still as I wrack my mind frantically.


	


	I finally look up, only to find you flying away. I think you said “So long”, but I don’t know. I try not to find anything odd about that, but a part of my mind is thinking that you might just fancy that girl who caught you today.