They were driving through the Valley de Dades, in the heart of Morocco, on their way to the desert. A day before, a torrent of rain had come down and they had been stranded for the night in Ouarzazate before they even left the valley. The sun was out early in the morning and by midday the floods had turned to puddles in the dirt roads. They had gone more than a hundred kilometers now. Jake was asleep in the back and Elizabeth was in the front with the guide they had hired.

Elizabeth pointed to a group of people gathered on a large rock that overlooked a trench of dry dirt and clay rocks. They were all looking in the same direction.

"What are they doing?" she asked.

"They think the river will come because of the rain," the guide said.

"Will it?" she asked.

"No," he said.

They drove past and did not say another word until the desert when Harold woke up, blinked his eyes, and yawned, "So where are we?"

 

 

__What Do You Wait For?____