The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours straight up from the ground, forming perfect, crystal clear pillars that stretch up to the low-hanging clouds, their delicate tips disappearing into the grayness. Umm, the air's really humid and thick with the smell of wet earth and greenery, and like, the sun's just starting to peek through the clouds, casting a faint, golden light over the whole scene. The sound of rushing water's everywhere, but it's not loud – it's actually pretty soothing. A few birds are perched on the rising water pillars, just chillin' like they're sitting on regular old branches.