The continuous layers of clouds rolled and unfolded, while the pattering raindrops fell. The moist and warm air current rose from the distant Caribbean Sea, majestically advancing westward, reaching the Mexican Plateau at an altitude of two thousand meters. The sea breeze from the East met the dry and cold mountain wind, heralding the onset of the long rainy season on the plateau, transforming into showers falling from the sky and scattered like stars on the King's tent.
At this moment, the rainy season had just begun, barely over a month, and it was not yet the peak rainy period. The King's tent was coated with a layer of rubber, not drenched by the rain. A gust from the tent's top blew down, swaying the feather crowns of the two, bringing the heat and humidity of early summer.
