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Summer had passed in Moomin valley and slowly but surely the days got shorter and colder while the leaves lost their refreshing green colour to change into brilliant reds and yellows before falling off the trees and onto the ground. One by one, a little piece of the passing summer gone and no one was able to stop it.
With a sigh Moomin watched yet another, already brown, leave escape it’s hold and being blown away by the wind that seemed to pick up with every passing minute. Another sigh passed his lips as he watched it fade in the distance until it was gone from his sight. Fall had come too quickly this year, the summer already a blurry memory among others. Moomin almost mourned it, as if it had been a friend. A kind of friend summer was for him, because as long as summer was there, it meant Snufkin was there. Now that fall had come he would leave again, going south, as he did every year. Sure, he always came back in time for spring and Moomin himself slept through the winter; he just couldn’t help but to want him to stay anyways.
A cold breeze blew across the meadow and Moomin shivered slightly, looking up. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky and Moomin believed to hear the distant sound of thunder. A thunderstorm seemed to be approaching. He stood up and hurried back to his house. As adventurous as he might be, being caught in a fall thunderstorm… not even he wanted to experience that.
Moomin hurried up the stairs and through the door that was luckily unlocked, just as he heard the rain starting to pour. He looked outside. “Oh dear…”
“Oh dear indeed.” He heard his mother’s voice behind him as she walked into the room. “You were quite lucky to come inside before the rain started. It looks as if it isn’t going to stop for a while.”
“I think so too, Mama. Let’s just hope nobody got caught in that rain.” Moomin looked back outside just as a bright flash illuminated the valley and made him jump in surprise.
“Come now, Moomin, how about we eat some dinner and then you go to bed. Surely the storm will have passed by tomorrow and you can play outside again.”
“Oh yes, dinner sounds wonderful. Thank you, Mama!” Suddenly Moomins stomach growled and he hurried past his mother to the dining room, the thunderstorm almost already forgotten.