The sky had traded fire for water, as rain had come sometime in the night, not in a dramatic storm, but in a slow, steady drizzle that softened the earth and left the air smelling of wet grass and turned soil. Clouds hung low over the field, smudging the horizon, and every surface glistened with a thin sheen of water. Gone was the heatwave that had turned the inspection grounds into a furnace the day before, where sunburnt shoulders glistened and the air shimmered...
