The Windward Watcher

Every morning, the white dragon climbed the highest stone to inspect the weather. She judged clouds by their manners, snow by its silence, and ravens by how loudly they complained. Today, the wind arrived carrying the scent of distant rain. She lifted her wings, not to fly, but to let the whole mountain know. By evening, the valleys would bloom with thunder, and somewhere below, shepherds would hurry their washing indoors.