Three Sentence Ficathon

The heavy monsoon rains pound down just past the engawa, making the roof sing; Madara sits just past the edge where the wet begins, carding his fingers through his plumage to neaten the feathers and help shake the excess water off. He can hear his brothers inside, running around and causing a ruckus, and he wants to go join them, but first - to dry off.

He takes a towel to dry himself, which ruffles his feathers all over again, but it's not as bad as if he'd tried to towel-dry without preening first; it takes only a couple minutes to set them right again, and then he's off inside, tackling Izuna and Kuro at the same time with a cheerful yell and bearing all three of them to the floor.