The rain poured thick that night; as if to remind anybody down below that their existence was marginal at best. Pitter-patter-pitter-patter. It was a gloomy sky above a gloomy Earth. A sky that was crying out; uncaring as to whom its tears would drown.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter.
The pelting at his windshield was enough to jolt the sleeping driver. The difference between his a moment ago restless half-sleep (that somewhat rejuvenating but-never-quite-enough-anymore kind of sleep) to his present state of wakefulness was almost indistinguishable. He looked around, eyes burning with every saccade movement, temples feeling pinched from the inside out. By now this was normality. Inhaling deep, his hand groggily reached for the lever to raise his reclined car-seat back upright. He now faced the dashboard, staring blankly straight ahead.
Past the protective barrier of his windshield, still the rain poured down all around him, sounding like a hail of bullets against the body of the beat-up, half dilapidated car he now called home.
“Well...” he murmured as he stared out into the baron, empty stretch of land that spread out into all foreseeable directions.
“Some fucking vacation.”
