Tracing The Pharaoh's Source

At noon, it was rare to see the haze enveloping the blazing sky dome of Cairo. They felt a bit of coolness in the desert town that was similar to a furnace. 

Unfortunately, the cool air did not last for more than a few hours. Heat filled the land again. The people were drenched in sweat as if they were trapped inside a steamer. They could not even breathe properly. They felt as though something blocked their chest entirely.

"Is it going to rain?" On the street, the Egyptian merchants selling magic stuff looked up at the sky in astonishment.

"It seems so!"

The people stopped their work and looked up at the sky. They breathed in the stuffy air…

Tick-tack! Tick-tack! Tick-tack!

Big raindrops pattered on the tents. It soon began to rain heavily.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Raindrops struck the stone streets with a wet, crisp sound. It began to rain even faster.

"It's raining!"

"It's raining!"