Currently, she sat alone on a sofa near the glass wall, staring at the rain. The sky, the grass,

and the garden all looked refreshed as if the atmosphere was waiting for nature to bring

man back to breathe. Similar to the man in the desert waiting for a drop of water.

Similar to that man, these trees and flowers, she too was waiting for her rain. Her freedom.

She never told anyone how much she desired to breathe freely without constant fear.

But she knew it was illegal to think like that. She ...