Ten Years of Rain

You hear the endless patter of the rain against your tent, a sound that has accompanied the bulk of your youth. You’ve lived on the mountaintop for ten years, your hawk and blade your only companions. As you move through the martial steps of the sword dance, you notice…silence. The cursed rain has stopped, and you rush outside to feel the sun on your face for the first time in years. Looking in the distance, you see the water begin to recede, as a new world opens up before you…