((OOC: Feel free to hop on in, but I'm going to limit this to two other writers. Don't want the thread to slow to a halt.
The earth was damp beneath his fingers. He felt it hugging the curve of his palm, rising into it, full of the quiet vigor of roots, insects and countless burrows. The life of Ajan Kloss glowed silvery-bright in the Force. The flame burnt before his mind's eye, showering the young Padawan with sparks of inspiration, further energy to continue his work, and offering him an unseen ambrosia which he drank down gratefully. Even when his eyes opened, he was still dimly aware of the flame burning all around him, and within him.
His pack of collected firewood lay in the dirt beside him. Whilst the temple had many appliances available for cooking food, he was most used to cooking his own food over an open flame. Dantooine was not a world on which you spent much time inside. The breeze was temperate, the wildlife fairly docile and the views across the fields were beyond description. The perfect dream that farmers across the galaxy yearned for. Cavo carried this same appreciation for the outdoors on Ajan Kloss, and so he continued to build his own fires and camp beneath the stars when he could.
One drop of rain. Two. Dense jungle cloud had flooded the sky. The air had thickened even more so than usual, growing heavy with moisture, dense and cloying. It was not wise to make the journey back to the temple in such a downpour, nor would it be wise to let the rain soak him. He scrambled to remove his cloak, find some suitable branches from within his collected firewood and... there. A shelter propped up beside a boulder, his cloak now a makeshift roof. He took to his meditation again, listening to the gentle pitter patter, the dancing steps of many droplets. The harmony of the forest.