Greatwater Lake bruises on both my knees for you

Open to anyone she hasn't met!

It was raining relentlessly. She had anticipated it, somehow, and had moved to higher ground — but not before her den filled partway with water and then became a mud hole, fit to wallow in. The girl was sad to see it in such disrepair but was also awed by the force of the weather.
In Akashingo it was rare to see rain, and when the cliffs were defaced by frost and snow she was equally enamored. This was different only in its scope — the rain had been brewing overnight, and fell for hours. She crept to the lakeside and watched as the drops left ripples on an otherwise calm surface, bright-eyed despite the sorry state of her life.