And maybe sunlight. Pigs and chicks gotta drink some time, and I can't help but think something magical happens when a hundred butterflies shake their wings free of raindrops that fall on roses... or twolips.
Ooh. I've never thought about this idea, and I don't even know if I like it or not, but the idea of rain in Scribe's Weald, followed by a reemergence of the sunbeam (with a rainbow, obvi), just gave me shivers :D