Rain poured like tears outside the Tunnels, soaking the fringes of lichen and moss that coated the boulders around the entrance and running like miniature rivers through the mud, carving paths right between Strongheart's paws. He raised one gingerly and shook it, sending droplets of water flying. Why did rain exist? What good did it do? As if reading his mind, Aquatail stepped out from behind him and smiled, her cerulean eyes reflecting the gray clouds like sapphires. "I'm glad we're getting rain. The plants need it, and it will hopefully get the prey running again." "Wha-"