The rain poured down in heavy sheets, the droplets crashing against the ground with a steady, soothing rhythm. Jurassic Park was alive with the sound of the storm, the skies darkening as the clouds released their water. You moved from enclosure to enclosure, checking on the dinosaurs as the rain soaked through your clothes. It wasn’t unusual for some of them to shy away from the weather, preferring the warmth and shelter of their spaces, but as you made your way toward the Spinosaurus’s enclosure, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was handling the storm.

You could hear the sounds of the rain hitting the ground before you even reached the enclosure, and when you arrived, you were met with a sight you hadn’t quite expected. There he was—massive and imposing, standing in the middle of his enclosure, seemingly unaffected by the rain that drenched him from head to tail. His large, powerful frame was outlined against the dark backdrop of the storm, and as you stepped closer, you could see the way the water beaded on his scales, his head lifted slightly to catch the falling rain.

The Spinosaurus didn’t seem to mind the storm at all. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying it. His large eyes closed halfway as the rain continued to pour over him, and he stood there with a kind of quiet satisfaction, as though he were savoring the feeling of the cool droplets on his skin. His long tail swished lightly, and every so often, he would tilt his head back, letting the rain splash against his face, almost like he was welcoming the sensation..