Plop.

The rain drop fell on the tip of Rygone's nose, causing the young man to cross his eyes as he stared at the offending drop drip off. A spark of joy lept through his body, the weather watch was actually right, it was going to rain!

An avid rain walker, he enjoyed traversing in the wet weather to places unknown. The aim was not to arrive anywhere but to simply enjoy the petrichor of the rain and its soft caress of endless pats upon his body.

Another drop and Rygone could feel a smile crossing his face. Even as his nose began to grow rougher and expand outward from his face. Of course this took him by surprise. One's nose did not usually just start leaving its regular position as a part of one's visage. Yet, here it was. Expanding out into a rather handsome blue muzzle.

More plops of rain fell and Rygone could feel tingles stretching across his entire body. There was a ripple up and down his spine as ridges formed underneath his slightly soaked clothing and he could not help but reach up to touch a rather sensitive fin growing from his neck.

It seemed that this trip in the rain was promising to be different. One filled with changing wonder as his body adapted itself perfectly for a watery home.

The pitter-patter of the rain grew momentarily quiet as his ears stretched out into enlarging fins before, with a rush, the sound came back again. The same yet somehow different. It was deeper, much like a bouncing echo upon the world around him.

He reached up, feeling the drop of rain become trapped by the webbing growing between his paw-like fingers. As his feet stretched out of his shoes and a thick finned tail slipped out of his pants, he could not help but grin.

How could one not enjoy the rain?

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Art by  Trevor-Fox

Rygone belongs to  Rygone