She was lost inside the rain. But instead of dropping breadcrumbs she put them in her pocket. Each footprint became a tiny lake. Each tiny lake, part of a small stream. Because lightning bugs hide when it rains, Great-Grandfather lost his lightning and could not light her way. There was heat lightning but that was only friction. In another story, Little Sister does not go to school in the rain. She is hiding with Aunt Dot in the woods. Aunt Dot, landlady of the woods. Way, way down, past Birmingham, Alabama. Inside the deafening noise of frogs.