Water was in the air, the scent of falling rain. Something, something primordial, clicked inside of me. I hardly knew what I knew. I ran in the night, and my body felt freer than it had ever felt before. Doubts and fears crept after me, a whispered warning of madness, but if this was madness, it was also joy. In the harsh and thirsty day, I had resigned myself to death, but now in the night, whether dream or reality, there was a chance I might live.
I ran. The rain fell. I danced in the rain of the desert.
Tale Told 