Suddenly, the blue sky turned a deep, sleepy gray, and heavy rain began to tap-tap-tap against the leaves. While the other forest friends hurried to their burrows, Jolteon stood tall, his yellow fur glowing softly in the dim light. He wasn't afraid of the storm because electric sparks were now a part of him.

Just as a rumble rolled through the clouds, Jolteon’s big ears twitched. He heard a tiny, sad sound coming from the roots of a giant oak tree. Following the noise, he peeked inside a dark, hollow log.

Inside the log sat a tiny Pokémon huddled in a ball—it was a little Pichu! The poor thing was shivering and covering its eyes with its small paws. "It's okay," Jolteon whispered gently, "I'm friendly."

CRASH! A loud clap of thunder shook the ground, and Pichu squeaked, burying its face in Jolteon's white fur collar. "The sky is angry!" Pichu cried, trembling with fear.

Jolteon nuzzled the little mouse and let a gentle, warm spark dance between his ears. "The sky isn't angry," Jolteon explained with a smile. "It's just playing a song, like a big drum in a parade."

Jolteon tapped his paw on the wood—thump, thump—to match the rumble of the thunder. "See? It's nature's rhythm!" he cheered. Pichu listened closely and slowly began to tap its tiny foot along with Jolteon.

Soon, the rain slowed to a stop, and the thunder faded into a distant grumble. Pichu wasn't shaking anymore; instead, it giggled and hugged its new big brother. The storm had passed, but they had found a brand new friendship.