So the commander gets them all around the campfire that night and gives it to them straight.  Men, the desert is dry and this one has monsters, and that water is all we’ve got.  Right.  So up again the next morning, and onward.  But this is not a morning like any other because now they see coming toward them another huge caravan in a factually weird condition.  All the people are wet, really soaking, and they are slogging along as if it was raining cats and dogs.  All the wagons are slugging through mud and the people’s hair is plastered down and it really is totally wet.  They see one guy with his mouth full of watercress, then another.  Wow.

- Robert Creeley, from Presences, a Text for Marisol