The clouds were gathering, and it meant one thing to the Ground Folk, trouble.
The more clouds, the darker they got meant rain and rain was the trouble they feared.
When the ground was your habitat when you depended on what you found on the ground for survival the rain put so much of your existence in jeopardy. Raincoats and umbrellas were one thing, but when the ground became soaked and the going just too soggy to get anywhere, then life became harder than the usual grind.
The Ground Folk had not learned to climb trees or build anything above ground. It was, they agreed, a quality they could have done something about but failed to do so having the blasé attitude that tomorrow would be soon enough and why upset a good day with hard work let alone thinking about hard work.
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