"That night they
ate their very last scraps and crumbs of food; and next morning when they woke
the first thing they noticed was that they were still gnawingly hungry, and the
next thing was that it was raining and that here and there the drip of it was
dropping heavily on the forest floor. That only reminded them that they were
also parchingly thirsty, without doing anything to relieve them: you cannot
quench a terrible thirst by standing under giant oaks and waiting for a chance
drip to fall on your tongue" (The Hobbit).
