There used to be a saying; "When it rains, it pours."
They don't say it anymore. Now; now it just rains, all the time.
Light rain drops fall upon the brim of my wide-rimmed hat as I stand looking out from the high train platform. I look out over the city; its tall buildings reaching out of the watery depths below.
People adapt; the world adapted. After all that had happened; all the catastrophes, the world rebuilt itself to adapt. Adapt and thrive.
For now, there was no shortage of energy or fuel. It was all around us, it fell from the skies. Water powered everything.
The power of water harnessed in giant generators underneath the surface of the mega-structure buildings, giving us more power than we could ever use.
More than the oils that countries used to war over. More so than even the sun.
I miss the sun.
It's hazy, yellow glow fills my memories. I can remember it shining brightly in the blue skies when I was young; it warmed my skin and made the days seem happier.
Now; now I look up and see the gray clouds, ever-present, ever pouring their chilly drops down from above.
A shiver runs through me and I clutch close my damp jacket.
Oh well, this is the world now. The city I live in;
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