It was slightly odd how things turned out, sometimes. Jack would never have guessed that he would develop a reliance on weather, mainly because it had never occurred to him to depend on something so intangible.
Yet, for a third time, that jungle decided to give him the rain he needed.
“I know we wanted it. I know we needed it.” Sprinkle paused to growl his frustration, shivering in Lateef’s grasp. “But I still hate it!”
The rain was falling as violently as it had before, so heavy that it pounded on Jack’s head with little smacks, and even his shoulders. Amadee’s breaths sounded like choked giggles of excitement, which by that point, wasn’t that off-putting anymore. It was just her normal
“We--hooo! We are still in a good heading!” Borislava announced, short of breath.
“Hey, if they c
