Rumble is strutting about in the wind, rain beating down on him fairly hard. He is howling and carrying on, drawing all sorts of dirty looks from the entrances of cat dens in all directions. He leaps up upon a tall boulder, some light filtering through the treetops onto him like a spotlight. He tosses his wet ringlets of fur out of his face and sings veey loudly "More days to come, new places to go!
I've got to leave, it's time for a shoooooowwwwww..." He shakes his little rump and everyone watches him with expressions ranging from quite entertained to downright horrified.