"One night, it rained unpredictably, and the chair was caught under the harsh rain all night. I was trying to sleep when the drumming of raindrops on the armchair penetrated my weary mind. I listened, all night. I could not sleep, and at one point, I did not wish to. It sounded like whispers; indistinct words from some language that is unknown to man. Clack, clack, clack, clack, I wondered whether I was supposed to hear that. But I did, and that was a night that I would never forget. What I heard that night, I would only come to understand years later."