Rain Spirit
Rain Spirits are elusive Fey who dwell where mist clings to the earth and raindrops kiss the leaves. These ethereal beings are nearly impossible to perceive, as they exist in a perpetual state of invisibility, their forms blending seamlessly with the moisture in the air. Only when the rain falls can they be glimpsed, as droplets dance and scatter off their unseen shapes, creating a faint, shimmering outline that ripples like a mirage. This fleeting glimpse of a Rain Spirit is often accompanied by the scent of fresh rain on dry soil, the cool kiss of mist against the skin, and the distant echo of thunder on the horizon.
Rain Spirits are masters of precipitation, capable of summoning gentle drizzles that nourish the earth or summoning dense fog that blankets the land in an eerie hush. Their presence is often felt before they are seen, as the air grows thick with moisture and the wind carries the scent of impending rain. Though they rarely interact with mortals directly, they are keen observers, silently watching as life unfolds beneath the veils of mist they weave. Their moods are as shifting as the weather they command—gentle and nurturing one moment, wild and unpredictable the next. Rain Spirits are deeply attuned to the natural world, understanding that water is both a giver of life and a force of unrelenting power.
The Court of Mist and Petrichor is home to most Rain Spirits, where they serve as silent sentinels and caretakers of the fog-laden realms. There, they move unseen through the mist-shrouded landscapes, guiding wayward travelers, cooling parched lands, and breathing life into the dew-kissed flora. Their presence within the court reflects the quiet serenity of rain—soft, persistent, and nurturing. However, not all Rain Spirits dwell in such tranquil domains. Some, more tempestuous and wrathful, make their home within the Court of Storm and Surge, where they take on a more aggressive nature. These storm-bound spirits command torrents of rain that lash against the earth, and their mist can obscure entire coastlines, leading ships to ruin. Their tempers are as fierce as the tempests they summon, and their loyalty lies with the chaotic fury of nature.
Regardless of which court they serve, all Rain Spirits hold a deep reverence for Tempest, The Storm Lord. They see themselves as agents of his will, embodying both the gentle rains that renew the land and the merciless storms that cleanse it. Those who seek the favor of Tempest often invoke the Rain Spirits, offering prayers and tributes at riverbanks and in the heart of misty glades. While the spirits rarely speak, their presence in response to such offerings is felt in the sudden hush before the rain or the cool mist that settles over the land—a silent acknowledgment of their patron’s chaotic grace.
