Back home, Big Macintosh, Apple Bloom and I would go gallopin' through the orchard during a rainstorn--only when there was no lightnin', mind, 'cause that'd be mighty dangerous. [ She looks vaguely nostalgic. ]

When I was a little filly, I liked to check the storm schedule so I knew when to go stompin' in the puddles. Now that we're hue-mun, though, we gotta wear these...rainboots, I reckon they're called?