The rain when it came burned through their skin and down to the bone, which bled.
Womenfolk fled, children hid in dread, and the sky stayed wide and open.
Oh, it rained.
It rained for a week. It rained for a month. It washed them clean of wrinkles. It soaked the fields til the dirt lifted clear and floated away like a raft.
And still it rained.
It rained until the world was stone, and bone, and famine.
