....My sister told me this would happen.
....I don't know why, but she seems so much wiser than I, yet we
have had the same experiences, have lived the same length of time.
...."The rain will stop one day," she said, "and we'll be trapped in
the dark until spring comes again."
....I didn't believe her. A life without rain? No more playing outside
with the children, running and splashing, still dry underneath. We
first came here with hopes and excitement at this new world, ready
to fulfill our calling and happy to do so. We had no idea then what
the future would bring when our season came to a close.
....Would they actually abandon us and lock us away without sunlight
or even a chance to bend and stretch? As we sit useless, wasted,
dreading the months, I wonder - is this really my purpose?

[This message was edited by Rayne on 11-03-08 at 08:11 PM.]