Rain has never been Callio’s favorite, she knows that with all the confidence a little hatchling who’s only seen the moon, sun, and stars for less days than she has toes. The droplets seep into her feathery coat and trickles into her nostrils eyes causing frequent sneezing and head shakes to clear them. Angrily, she glares up at the bare canopy wishing the scarce leaves would grow abundant spontaneously and offer her much needed sh...