342 Pray
"It's raining again..."
The lame old veteran leaned on the doorframe, watching the heavy rain pouring down outside the window, his tone somewhat wistful.
Moisture breeds bacteria, and the room smelled musty.
Along with the decay of bodily wounds and the foul stench of uncleanness, the air seemed to sting the eyes.
However, the pouring rain from the sky, mixed with a cool breeze, was cleansing the earth and also dispersing some of the murky air that seemed tinted with color.
It made it easier to breathe.
Tiger hopped on one foot to the door and took deep breaths of the fresh air outside.
The room was always stuffy, and ordinarily, even standing at the door brought no fresh smells… the air circulation was poor.
We were all decaying together in this room.
Although they were not short of food and drink, these retired veterans with limited mobility could not move freely and were confined to this large courtyard.