Monsoon's Dripping Canopy

Monsoon lived for the mist. The sound of the spray bottle would bring him to the front glass immediately. He would sit through the entire misting, turning his body, drinking from leaves, getting utterly drenched. His energy was explosive at night—leaping from wall to plant to arm with fearless accuracy. He had a particular fondness for shoulders and would often fall asleep tucked into a collar. His dropped tail (from before we got him) gave him a cute, frog-like appearance. The nightly ritual of creating rain for him is a habit we can't break, but now it waters an empty jungle.