Rain hit the ground lightly, the forest not daring make a sound, the sound of it hitting puddles and sliding elegantly off of a rain coat being the few noises. Droplet watches a droplet of rain fall from a leaf, colliding with a puddle and making a splash. Their expression the same, a monotone yet some-what pained expression, they turn their gaze up towards the sky, feeling a small sense of nostalgia. Droplet remembers their voice, warming them up on the coldest of the nights, drying off all the pains and regrets, they shut their eyes, drowning in their own memories. Droplet slowly moves their body in the rain, throwing their right arm up and their left to the side, cocking their head to the left, taking a small step. The sound of their boots emanate the forest. Droplet feels a warm tinge in their body, primarily in their paws, like someone's holding them...