There was something wrong with the clouds, so I slowed down
and took a closer look at their formation and dispersion.
"They're beautiful," she said, her slender fingers almost
touching the transparent pane. I muttered something and
checked the readings on the ion panel. She always does that,
gets all girly and emotional whenever I take her down with
me on maintenance runs. "Let's land!" she laughed, and
jumped out of the rear deck before I could say no. I had no
choice. I finished my work and then joined her.

I found her on the roof of a restaurant, talking to some
crows. "We should get back," I said. "It's getting late."
She giggled and pointed at a couple walking out of the
building. The guy was angry, walking with his hands in his
pockets, the girl chasing him, trying to grab his hand,
frantically apologizing. "I have work to do. Let's go." I
put my hand on her shoulder, gently, just above the wing.
"Please?" "I'm sorry," she said, and we finally flew back up
to work on the clouds.

I turned on condensation and made it rain on the human
couple. She was not smiling anymore. "I said I was sorry." I
ignored her, again, and added some thunder.