By the time the sun set, I had filled three pages. My hand was cramped, and the ink was fading, but I felt a strange sense of peace. I walked over to the communal hall and pinned the pages to the main support beam. When the others came in for the evening meal, they stopped and read the words. Sarah touched the paper with a trembling finger. Elias stood in silence, his eyes fixed on the description of the rain.
