It began to rain then. Before when I was getting started with rain I'd flicker my tongue out at the phenomenon of rain and tasted it, I could drink off my scales. Today I lay coiled, refreshed in the rain, seeing the drops take everywhere and nowhere. There were mammals abashed by it's elemental gesture, even the flyers tried to avoid the rain - hiding under bigger branches, or holes in the trees. I almost had a moment of thought about those holes for prey, but the rain as always kept me peering between the drops, studying the environment. It was as if I could be fast in the rain, between the drops, but I knew it couldn't be true. Until the rain would cease I could only ponder if I was capable of such a thing, but refrained from moving myself because the leaves were washed away from my ambush. Now all I had was the earth, and it began to sog and mush, blending me into (so I thought) also into the mud where I was, so I didn't smudge about, I just layed their coiled enjoying the warm rain water.