Steam Tanks

Lex awoke the next morning to find the rainstorm still raging, much to his annoyance.

Sitting up in the small cave, he hugged Midnight closer, appreciating the warmth the little cat provided.

While cuddling with Midnight, he gazed over the Wildlands, watching the storm unfold. Lex sat in the small cave, his gaze fixed on the tumultuous storm outside.

Raindrops drummed on the rocky ground, creating a symphony of nature's fury. The wind howled through the rugged landscape, whipping the trees into a frenzied dance.

Deep in thought, Lex pondered the unusual severity of the weather.

"Why is it so relentless?" he wondered aloud as if the storm held the answers to questions he couldn't quite articulate.

His eyes traced the invisible patterns in the rain, seeking some revelation in the chaotic dance of water droplets.

Midnight, nestled comfortably in his arms, purred softly, providing a soothing contrast to the tempest outside.