In fives years we've never had rain at Wakely... five years.  That is until the dark cloud descended. Some Trail Runners have that cloud following them wherever they go. We all saw sun that day, but Geoff (if that's his real name) saw demon rain and light from the sky.  Deafening thunder rang in his ears.  Surely his demons were all in his head.  Running in the wild takes a toll on a man... a serious toll.   It took a while to calm him down, but eventually he stopped drooling long enough for us to pull his tongue out of his throat.

Will some one answer that damn phone!!