Tip. Tap. Top. What’s that I hear? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It’s rain! Pitter, patter, potter. It’s no and no and no again. Why did this happen?! Not again! How could the rain have escaped the clouds? Especially on me, the queen! My crown is dented! My dress is soaked! For Priscilla's sake! Where's my umbrella?!