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For all of eternity, we humans have relied on the heavens to rain water.  During famines, fires, and droughts, we would pray to everything we knew that the rain would come just a moment sooner.  Sure, fire was a beautiful element, but it was just as destructive as it was useful.  Californian forest fires, grass roofs of Welsh cottages, anything that lava touches…  When there was no one to help us with these nature-born dooms, our tears of grievance were soon followed by rain.  When humans idled in pride, ignorant of the outside world, nature’s other creations would come to our rescue.  But when there’s no rain, where are we left then?

Reclining in a brittle plastic Adirondack chair on my lawn, I awaited the rain.  The day was June 5, 2111.  The world was about just as corrupted as it could possibly be, and I loved it.  I would exaggerate the folly of the world and bask in brute storms, looking forward to drowning, pneumonia, electrocution… whatever nature could throw at me.  I threw back my head, mouth gaping wide— so wide that one could only tell that I was smiling by the upward-turned corners of my eyes.  My arms were spread out like the Lord, Our Savior.  Oh, the irony.

My tongue seemed to roll out onto my chin as if it were a slide to the depths of my throat.  As the winds blew stronger and my world seemed to constantly quiver by the thunder’s claps, I inhaled the damp musk given off by bad weather.  I let the scent roll around in my lungs, and although the scent was stronger than expected, I continued to let every element of the storm to linger about my senses.  That day, though just an ordinary day for all the white-collared executives racing to their graves, it was the day of the world’s revelation.  Finally.  Our planet took neither life nor nature for granted any longer.

It was a beautiful moment.  I could feel it spreading across the world like a heart beat.  Then the pulse stopped; time froze.  I stared up at the sky, gazing through the droplets that hovered above my head for however long time was stopped for.  I gazed at the clouds wondering how nature could let such a thing happen to humans, and what would it do to stop it?  I refocused my vision to the droplets hanging in the air.  I imagined each drop falling to its death, inevitably becoming the mass of shapeless droplets around which the Earth revolves so hopelessly.  Something about these droplets was different though.  They glowed a pale amber wrapped in a rainbow film.

Time unfroze.  Like a train of dominoes, I could sense a worldwide sheet of rain making its way around the Earth.  The thunder moaned deeply what made these raindrops so different.  Impossible!  Could– could it really be– gasoline?  I lay stretched across the chair, absorbing what fell from the sky as it was slathered on my skin as a greasy sheen in multiple coats.  Lightning struck.  The world ignited.

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For all of eternity, we humans have relied on the heavens to rain water.  During famines, fires, and droughts, we would pray to everything we knew that the rain would come just a moment sooner.  Sure, fire was a beautiful element, but it was just as destructive as it was useful.  Californian forest fires, grass roofs of Welsh cottages, anything that lava touches…  When there was no one to help us with these nature-born dooms, our tears of grievance were soon followed by rain.  When humans idled in pride, ignorant of the outside world, nature’s other creations would come to our rescue.  But when there’s no rain, where are we left then?

Reclining in a brittle plastic Adirondack chair on my lawn, I awaited the rain.  The day was June 5, 2111.  The world was about just as corrupted as it could possibly be, and I loved it.  I would exaggerate the folly of the world and bask in brute storms, looking forward to drowning, pneumonia, electrocution… whatever nature could throw at me.  I threw back my head, mouth gaping wide— so wide that one could only tell that I was smiling by the upward-turned corners of my eyes.  My arms were spread out like the Lord, Our Savior.  Oh, the irony.

My tongue seemed to roll out onto my chin as if it were a slide to the depths of my throat.  As the winds blew stronger and my world seemed to constantly quiver by the thunder’s claps, I inhaled the damp musk given off by bad weather.  I let the scent roll around in my lungs, and although the scent was stronger than expected, I continued to let every element of the storm to linger about my senses.  That day, though just an ordinary day for all the white-collared executives racing to their graves, it was the day of the world’s revelation.  Finally.  Our planet took neither life nor nature for granted any longer.

It was a beautiful moment.  I could feel it spreading across the world like a heart beat.  Then the pulse stopped; time froze.  I stared up at the sky, gazing through the droplets that hovered above my head for however long time was stopped for.  I gazed at the clouds wondering how nature could let such a thing happen to humans, and what would it do to stop it?  I refocused my vision to the droplets hanging in the air.  I imagined each drop falling to its death, inevitably becoming the mass of shapeless droplets around which the Earth revolves so hopelessly.  Something about these droplets was different though.  They glowed a pale amber wrapped in a rainbow film.

Time unfroze.  Like a train of dominoes, I could sense a worldwide sheet of rain making its way around the Earth.  The thunder moaned deeply what made these raindrops so different.  Impossible!  Could– could it really be– gasoline?  I lay stretched across the chair, absorbing what fell from the sky as it was slathered on my skin as a greasy sheen in multiple coats.  Lightning struck.  The world ignited.