The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's raining pretty hard in this old, abandoned windbreak - just a bunch of tightly-packed juniper trees and shrubs shielding a small area from the open plains. Water's pooling in a small, muddy trough, and uh, somehow it's just staying there, even though there's no visible way for it to be contained - it's like the water's just decided not to flow anymore. A few bedraggled birds are huddled together under the branches, their feathers all ruffled from the rain, and a couple of sodden rabbits are just sitting there, eating some soggy grass like nothing's out of the ordinary.