It had been a rainless summer, so the day it starting falling was a relief. Crops were soaked, lakes swelled, creatures drank. Some people danced.
But after a week, relief turned to concern. Crops were overwhelmed, lakes burst, creatures drowned. People stopped dancing then. But still it fell, unrelenting, ceaseless.
So we climbed. As high and as fast as we could. Lives discarded, as were people.
Still it falls, but we can’t climb much higher. The land can only offer us so much protection. Once we reach the bounds of its generosity, if it’s still falling, the only way is down.