Two Rivers Isle hydrometeorology

The sky ripped, loud enough to rouse Goliad from an uncomfortable sleep. As his eyes opened he felt the first drops of rain smack him across the snout, and splash his eyes, and he reared his head up with some offense and then awe - because he had never seen such rain! It poured within seconds of that skyward sound, and soon enough he was drenched despite the tree he'd taken shelter beneath.
The ground was soggy and cold, and soon enough the low patch of earth he thought was perfect for sleep, became some kind of lake; that's what he'd call it, although it was barely as wide as himself, and was getting very deep very quickly.
He erupted with a foreign expletive, lifting each paw and shaking it, overwhelmed by the sensations of the wetness and the cold that he was not accustomed to - and catlike, was too overwhelmed to do much beyond the high-stepping as his bed was submerged.