It never stopped raining. The acidity could be tasted in the air, a corrosive odor that stung the nostrils and burned any throat that inhaled it. Smiling faces on television, paid of course, claimed the phenomenon as no substantial threat and that everything was under control, urging families to stay indoors until the stormed passed.
Centuries upon centuries of neglect ensured that it never would.
As acid rain riddled holes into thin rooftops the public grew wary of faces on screens reiterating the same message.
“Everything is under control… stay inside… no reason to worry.”
The occasional riot would erupt in various locations, the majority raging in America. Sulfur tainted clouds grew thicker and darker, settling over the earth like a suffocated blanket. Attempts were made to purge the single, massive entity hovering above the earth but all endeavors proved futile.
Government order practically evaporated. Once great cities fell to ruin, the structures that were once revered eaten away by poison water.
It’s been raining for thirty-two years.
