I woke up this morning, feeling numb in my limbs and exhausted. The rain drizzled outside my window. My body ached from the head to the toes. I dreamt my journey had taken me to the far-flung places of the universe to meet the mystical rainmaker.

Dark silvery clouds floated near me as I waited for him. Out the clouds came hundreds of fire chariots, pulled by fiery horses and troops wearing olive and blue uniforms. They stopped near a golden podium and waited. I felt fear as warm sweat trickled down my spine. One of the soldiers pulled out a brass trumpet and blew on it. Its sound bellowed deep into the bluish mountains, then an oval door opened and out stepped the rainmaker. I couldn't see him distinctly. His dress glittered like diamonds.

Everyone bowed, but I did not. I felt numb as my sore limbs failed me. Then, I felt an unyielding grip pushing me down, my knees...