She just wanted to find some mud. Hazel would have been perfectly happy to continue living a life of solitude, but the rain ruined everything. She just had to share her umbrella. Now she's gotten herself stuck with friends. At least they have good snacks. She gets swept up into her new friends' lives and immediately notices cracks in their happy facade. The source? Love. It has so many faces that it's easy to get caught up in the wrong kind. People say it clouds your judgment. But the Sun has to come out eventually.
