Prompt: Raindrops

A heavy rainstorm was rolling over the Citadel and fat raindrops clicked against the roof and windows. Seneca watched Callista's eyes as they followed the droplets racing patterns on the glass with fascination.

“Do you like the rain?” Seneca grinned.

The kit turned to her and hesitated, bearing a look of uncertainty. Seneca realized that she didn't know how to reply.

“Would you like a better look?” Seneca coaxed warmly.

Callista blinked, her whiskers perking forward. That was all Seneca needed and she carefully scooped the quiet little one out of bed and took her onto the porch.

((A longer version of this story is available here))