and the rain spills from the sky to quench our thirst, we choke but we do not drown. rain seeps up from the ground to our ankles, our feet drenched but we cannot move, to our knees and still we cannot move. rain bubbles up above our foreheads, tables move, chairs move, scraps of notes scrawled with something we meant to say to one another. rain floods out the windows, the roof breaks open to the sky, and we stay at the bottom, scrambling for the floor and still we do not drown.