Rainkeeper of the Mushroom Grove

The rainkeeper never carried an umbrella. She preferred the red-capped mushrooms, whose broad roofs held the weather in a soft, steady drumming. At dawn, she gathered the fallen droplets in her basket and poured them into the thirsty roots beneath the moss. By noon, her sleeves were soaked, her toes were muddy, and every fern in the grove stood a little taller.