Ouroboros Spine witness the birth of a gift

his mimicry brings such joy to her little heart that the woman offers a sweet swipe of her tongue against his cheek before looking out once again to the rain. spring rain was something different than winter snow or even the fall rains. something about it promised life, something about it was warmer than the chilling droplets that fall through the colder seasons. 

here she would tentatively stick a paw out, feeling the cold rain sprinkle against her coat before she would withdraw it. "rain is special," she whispers to the boy, "anaa's home dry, not much water. rain brings life to Moonglow and to us." she wonders if he truly understands her words, perhaps he would just sit and listen or try and babble back. either attempt would be acceptable to his mother.