Author note: I know its not a poem but it felt like such a good idea nontheless!

August 22nd, 2087

I wake up to the sound of rain hitting my window. again.

It's quiet today. One of those nicer days where you can get things done. Maybe go out and have some fun. Maybe.

I don't remember a single day where I didn't wake up to that exact same sound. At first it was soothing, the rain helped me sleep but then the storms started. Storms that shook the ground and threatened to drown our streets. I faintly remember how it started, that one dreadful day five years ago. My mother had worked on the lab team, helping create the syrim that would sentence every person in our country to eternal rain. I remember the scortching heat before it, the type of heat that locked you in your house and made water dry up. I remember people dying, getting sick, requesting aid from other countries and I remember the government telling us they had a plan. They were going to fix it.

I was one of the few who got clued in on what that fix was. a machine. Something that would shoot my mothers concoction into the sky and artifically build and fill clouds with rain water. I saw the excitement in my mothers voice as she spoke of it, a mix of natural elements and man made chemicals.

It took another six months of grueling heat before they finally released the gases. If you're reading this entry, well by now you must be thinking to yourself how foolish we all were. Surely shooting any type of gas into the sky and tampering with mother nature wouldn't be a smart idea.

Well, you'd be right.

They shot it up like fireworks, it exploding into smoke above us all. It was massive, You could barely see the blue past all the white powder. When it finally vanished; it took another thirty minutes to see results. It was the only day anyone was willing to stand underneath the sun for that long. We all cheered and celebrated as rain began to fall on our faces and cooled us down. Those first moments were pure bliss, a feeling we never thought we'd experiance again. A bit dramatic but we seem to always be.

Only my mother and the work team noticed the clouds getting bigger, darker, heavier.

Our cheers turned into cries in minutes; we began getting soaked to the bone, lightning struck all around us and to this day I can still feel the sound of thunder shaking my body.

we ran towards cover but it was too late. It was thirty minutes too late. That storm never finished, it only slowed.

We have been drowning ever since.

People in power were put to blame, my mother behind bars. It was a mistake. I swear it was only a mistake. Someone changed my mothers recipe, someone put too much in.

That was five years ago; they say we just have to wait until theres no more fuel. That it'll stop on its on but I've lost hope. It will be a constant reminder of my peoples shame; a warning to those who try going up against mother nature. At least those of us who can't offort to move.

August 25th, 2087

I don't hear it. I don't hear anything outside my window.

At first I think I've died in my sleep because that seems more possibly.

It stopped, it's genuinely stopped, I wait, as if expecting it to start pouring agian but the sky is still. I've taken my first step outside in five years without getting wet. I reached my right hand out and nothing falls onto it. I dare to look up and there isn't a cloud in site. Not a single one.

I see my neighbors, people I've never truly gotten to know but in this moment, as they walk out just as bewildered as I am. We are all the same person. We have the same feelings, same thoughts, same doubts....

I flick on the news, to me the most exciting channel in the world right now. He reads for clear skies, checking his power to make sure he has it right. Tomorrow we might go back to the way we were before, we might never be free of this curse but today is an exception. Today I'm making the most of it.

I won't fear tomorrow, I'll live for today. My voice won't be drowned out by nature, today we stand tall.