Strength is Unnecessary

A sudden shift in the weather happened, turning the bright day cloudy.

Rain pours from the sky like a million blessings, each droplet a glistening gift from the heavens above, nourishing the land of the living. Entities of nature, Supernaturals or not came to rejoice at the coming of the rain, a gift from nature itself.

Especially one that came during a scorching day.

One would only be happed knowing that rain would replenish the habitat and food sources.

It was the work of the almighty that helped the living keep on living.

Standing robustly for almost a dozen years in the center of a large wetland forest, surrounded by shallow swamps and a vast colony of cattails was a small islet, a humble home that hosted a mix of the Supernatural races living inside this area.

Different kinds of races could be seen, basking their bodies in the shower of rain.

A temporary break from their daily activities.