The Not so Average Life of a Fillydelphian Weather Pony

30 Years Later

“WOW! I can’t believe that you and granny ‘Bolt really stopped a hurricane together!” My grandson, Sunstreak, says with awe.

“Yeah! Y’all are amazing!” My granddaughter, Jetstream added.

“Thank you, Jetstream.” I say. “It wasn’t just us though, Sunstreak, it would’ve been impossible without everyone else there assisting us.”

“Oh, don’t be modest, Rain!” Lightningbolt says with a sly grin. “Without your leadership, I don’t think anypony could’ve stopped it as quickly as we did. The city would have been destroyed!”

“I suppose you’re right, ‘Bolt, thanks.”

Ding, Dong….

“I’ll get the door, dear.” Lightningbolt says, moving to the front door.

After a moment I see Lightningbolt and our son, Storm Chaser, enter the room.

“Hey, dad! Thanks again for taking care of the kids while Starfall and I had a little date night. We really appreciate it!” My son says with a tired smile.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all!” Lightningbolt chirps up. “We love having our grandfoals here to visit. I enjoy getting to cook for other ponies and your father loves telling them stories of our time on the weather crew.”

“Thanks, mom.” Storm Chaser says. He turns to his two children, “Alright, my little ponies, your mother is waiting in the carriage, so get your things, it’s time to go home.”

“Awww, do we have toooo?” Jetstream moans.

“Yeah, we want to hear more awesome stories!” Sunstreak pleads.

“You heard your father.” I say sternly. “Besides, ‘Bolt and I have some things we need to do.”

“Ok.” Both kids say simultaneously.

“See you in a few weeks, Grandpa Rain. Sunstreak says while giving me a hug.

"I love you, Grandpa." Jetstream says while hugging me.

"I love you too!" I say returning the hug. "And I love you as well, Sunstreak. You two try not to give your parents a hard time, ok?"

"Yes, Grandpa!" They both say.

After we say our goodbyes Lightningbolt and I watch as their carriage makes its way down the road back to Vanhoover.

I walk back into the house and take a seat in my favorite chair. It’s been ten years since Lightningbolt and I both retired from the Fillydelphian Weather Ponies. The time has flashed by and I feel old age starting to creep up on me. A couple years after The Storm, Lightningbolt and I got married and a year after that, Storm Chaser was born. He was a much better colt than I was when growing up. I’m so thankful to have such a wonderful family. But here I am, getting reminiscent again.

“Hey, ‘Bolt! Wanna go to the Horseshoe Lounge for dinner and some drinks?”

Lightningbolt looks to me with a smile. “Sounds like fun! I’ll see if I can still fit into that red sequin dress that I know you love. Want me to call my brother to see if he wants to come too?

I ponder that thought for a moment. “Hell, let’s see if we can get in touch with Featherfall too, we can make it a weather crew reunion!” I say enthusiastically. “It’s a shame that Breezy and Solar Flare both passed a few years ago. I would love to hang out with them again.” I think to myself.

As we make to leave, I suddenly stop. “Wait, I forgot something.” I go back into the house and come back out a moment later. I look to Lightningbolt and say, “I figured I should grab my flight jacket, just in case.”

She gives me a smile and we head out into the city.