She felt a rain drop on her scalp and looked up just in time for one to hit her smack in the forehead. It was a nice, thick one too. "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day..." She sang softly in a surprisingly clear and gentle soprano.
Dorcas sighed a little then smiled at Aimon, "Let's get in the hearse before we get soaked. I don't want to get pneumonia or something. Like either of us needs that." Note how she didn't say to get their things and leave. She wanted him in the hearse but not to drive away. But she was having difficulty getting up because she liked where she was.