It was one of those days when you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, looking for water. Just one of those days. They had fountains of Coke and Long Islands. And all you wanted was plain water. Hold the glass against the sky and the sun would shine through.
It was one of those days when it rained. He ran like they did back in Bedlam. A tongue waggling in the air. It rained all day. He sat down happy when the drizzle had died down. More thirsty than ever. Smiling.
For years he would play in the sand. Suddenly looking up from his games at the sky. Then, sometimes, he would break into smiles. Clear streams of diamonds would shine like tears in the sun.
