Sun Mote Copse the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Sugar stumbled Fig as he expertly guided her toward some cover. By the time they reached the cozy little niche between the base of a tree and some large rocks (a place she would have to remember for the future), she could open her eyes and even see again. Everything was still dark, especially when the rain picked up and began falling in billowing sheets.

By then, the two pups were safely tucked away. Sugar's vision adjusted and she peered out at the rainstorm, wondering what had become of the adults; she could not see them through the deluge. But she felt safe enough with Fig by her side. She turned toward him, smiling in the dim.

"Thanks, Fig," she said quietly before turning her attention back to the weather. Lightning still pulsed every now and then, though it and the thunder were already beginning to subside into the distance. The rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon though. The soft rush of it was nearly as loud as the thunder, though not nearly so jarring.

"Where's the rain come from?" Sugar mused as she continued to observe. For that matter, what about the lightning and thunder? She could come up with a fictional source (dragons, naturally) but what was the real explanation behind these natural phenomena?