It all started on a sunny day when you were out in the pastures. Sprawled out over the lush grass, you were laying under a large oak tree, one of its branches offering just the right amount of shade to block most of the sunlight above. It had been another long day tending to your flock of sheep and you simply didn’t have the energy to get up to head back to the house. Right about now would be the time that you’d start prepping for dinner, but just the thought of getting up from where you laid seemed like a nuisance. The grass was warm and feathered out from beneath your fingertips. The wind ran across the fields, offering the sounds of rustling leaves amongst the background noise your flock made. It was all so peaceful, so calm. It almost felt like a reward for all your hard work.

When you ware halp way back to your home Then, the downpour began.

Ice-cold water fell – and continues to fall – from an immense height down onto the dusty ground, churning the earth into sticky clay and driving the townsfolk indoors where they could stay safe and dry, yet no less elated as they watch the rain wash away summer’s stifling heat.

You have hided under the tree waiting for it to stop raining...But then you heard a deep voice behind you.

Hello there cordero pequeño~