Rain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A thick eiderdown of warm air smothers the forest. She can hear the rain on the leaves, but even though she is standing with her arms outstretched her face turned towards the heavens, not a single drop has touched her yet.
A few more heavy patters then a fat drop splashes over half of her cheek. She blinks as the cool fragments of the watery boulder spread down over her jaw.
No weight shifts from her chest and the eiderdown labours her breathing.
A Bolg? 