prompt: In a world where water is used as a global currency it rains again for the first time in thousands of years.
the woman felt it first, a foreign drop of water on her cheek, then another, and another, until the droplets dropped faster and faster still. the feeling of cool water upon her skin made her gasp. tears threatened to fall, and her lips, oh, how they quivered. she looked up, saw the beauty of rain for the very first time. she was drenched now, from head to toe, her clothes clung to her, but she had no care. this was it, it was unheard of, to actually see it, feel it, experience rain for the very first time. she crumpled to the ground and looked up at the sky, laid on the mud with her eyes wide open, staring, just staring. she was a dreamer, but this, this was something even she didn’t think, dream, would ever occur. she first heard about “rain” when she was in her history class. she had been doodling on her notebook instead of taking notes, eyes glazed over, figure slumped against her chair. she had only been half listening until her teacher, an old grouch, started talking about rain, actual water falling from the sky. her interest had peaked when she heard the words “water” and “falling” and “sky” in the same sentence. money falling from the sky? that’s even more crazy than money growing on trees! arms raised all over the classroom, she remembers it like it was yesterday, how everyones minds had been sparked by the topic of rain and how her own had been buzzing in wonderment. a flurry of questions were asked.
“so what happened? why did it suddenly stop raining?”
“was it global warming? i heard from my parents that thousands of years ago people didn’t have to wear mask, or not all of them anyway, to breathe”
“was it some crazy scientist? government plan gone wrong?”
(totally incomplete, continuing later, i’m planning for this to be at least 800-1,000 words so i still have need about 400-600 words lol ; yes i will edit and capitalize things later, i just got lazy)
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