Emily Piesz
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Rain
The rain was coming down heavy. It was always raining now. He used to love the days when the rain would come down during a hot sun. Prisms of light dancing as he shielded his eyes, water dripping down his forehead. Then there were the years of no rain. A decade. Lakes had dried up. Gone were the summer memories of jumping off a dock into a cool body of water. Not giving a thought to bacteria counts and rations. The rains that followed were unrelenting. You could never get dry. And the air, it permeated with a dampness and must that burned your nostrils. There was less and less light now and it had grown colder. A welcome relief from the decades of heat that they had adapted to. Everything had run on cooling. Labyrinths had been built to take advantage of the coolness below the surface. They were now full of water. Skyscrapers were being erected under absurdly difficult building conditions. Everything was wet and slippery. It was the most dangerous profession to be on the building crews. But it held the most money.
By Emily Piesz3 years ago in Fiction