His hoofs begin to sink in what was previously hard earth. But he is not alarmed; he knows what this is, too. He is aware that where he lives, it is often very wet and humid; walking on (and in) dank ground is a very unsurprising fact of life. After a few more moments of stillness, he sinks yet further into the ground. This is the border between the harder marsh ground and the boggier swamps. In there are fish (good for nourishment, if they can only be caught) and other, nastier subjects - the crocodiles with scaly hides and jaws full of death.
The clouds above are swirling masses of gray, and presently it begins to pour. The drone of the cicadas is drowned out by the fall of heavy drops. Birds and other small creatures run from the outpour, hiding in their nests and in-between plants. The Kimeti is unworried; his body is strong and agile and falling water cannot hurt him. The tumbling rain and the swamp swirling around his feet work to make his hide a uniform gray.
And here something unexpected happens - the rain hurdles towards the ground, crashing against it with a force previously unknown; it is hard to see anything at all, even the outline of the swamp-water where it merges with the rain. The Kimeti finds himself sliding through the water; he is swimming in it where he once stood. He turns around to get back to drier land, but there is no drier land. He is a strong swimmer, but he can't keep it up forever, and there doesn't seem to be anywhere to escape to.
As if these thoughts have triggered the next phase, the water around him swirls turbulently, no longer working to merely keep him afloat but working to pull him down. He swallows water as he desperately tries to stay on top, but he loses the battle; the rain beats down on his head until his head is no longer breathing air.
When the Kimeti opens his blue eyes, he finds himself deep underwater. But it is strange: although it was raining and raging above, he can see through the water (which itself is so clear, so unlike the swamp) a shining light. He knows that his lungs should be burning, that he should be in pain, and yet... he feels calm. There is a certain kind of knowledge to be gotten from this - he now knows his name.
