"She had flown in rain before, the incessant patter against her feathers rendering them damp and heavy. It was only with great strain she continued her flight, pushing hard into the night air just to stay in the sky. But this was not rain, or if it was, it was from clouds born not in this world.
The droplets were large - the size of large walnuts - and pelted her body with their force. Their contents were not water but a gelatinous, coagulated liquid of sorts. It coated her feathers and bound them together causing her to spiral violently towards the ground. With a crushing thud, she met the muddy earth and did not awake for several hours.
When she did, the storm had ended. Her wings were still saturated beyond use, and she assessed her predicament. Between her and her roost was a large lake, its surface perfectly calm and level. The lakewater mixed with the unnatural precipitation to adopt a viscid quality, and it sucked at her legs as she began her voyage home.” -M.D. Walter