Then the kwap changed. It deepened. Slowed. Became a single, enormous KWA that shook the mud, then a long, releasing P . The water around him began to drain. The tilted floor creaked and—for the first time in a generation—settled level.
“Everyone hears the rain,” Kael replied. Then the kwap changed
“You want me to fix it,” Kael said.
Above, the perpetual rain stopped.