Raizel found that he loved the rain; not too much mind you - but just enough. Once a week, or two to three times a week*, if it was hotter*, was perfect for him as Raizel did not like the heat, and right now, Raizel was tired. Tired of all of this damned sunshine - he wanted the rain! The doom and gloom! He wanted to pounce around in the water, to splish splash with his father, and his siblings - especially the pretty girls because they usually screamed and he liked it when they did.

That was so much more fun than roasting alive in this heat! Which he watched his brother willingly walk into! And then he called after him and Raizel grumbled. He parked his butt on the ground and scooted it around on the floor as a way of protest as he howled.

Aaarrwwoooo!

It was his rain dance, of course.