It's what rain does. The clouds soak up water until they can't hold any more and then they let it fall back to the ground. Or sometimes old stories say it's angels crying, but I don't think rain is a sad thing... It's more like a bath for the world, cleaning away the old, letting new things grow.

[she steps back, still smiling, so that the rest of her is in the rain, drops falling on her upturned face before she spins. It really did make her happy, the rain. Especially now, with it warming up just enough to keep it from being miserable]

And if you listen, it's a little like music, the way it sounds when it hits the ground? Like quiet percussion.