"Perfect weather for a cuppa, isn't it?" Elara sipped her tea, gazing out the fogged window at the downpour. Her grizzled familiar, a talking crow named Mr. Puppens, perched on the armchair beside her, eyeing the tea suspiciously.

"Aye, it always rains when I've got a large pile of bills to deliver," the crow grumbled. "Could've sworn I saw the sun out this morning..."

Elara chuckled. "You know how unpredictable the weather can be this time of year, Mr. Puppens. Besides, rain always seems to wash away the pressures of the world, don't you think?" She took a long sip, savoring the taste.

"Pfft, pressures of the world?" The crow snorted, ruffling his wings. "The only thing I want washed away is the ink on these blasted bills before they get soggy!"

Elara playfully batted at the crow's head with her spoon. "Oh, you're such a doomsayer, Mr. Puppens! It's a beautiful day out there..." She paused, noticing a flash of lightning illuminate the clouds. "...or perhaps a rather dramatic one, anyway!"