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.
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; Rain City
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