The rain comes down heavy and cool, washing over everything, breeching the defenses of even the mighty trenchcoat. Little can be done to stop it. To add insult to the cool chill creeping through my body, the reason for venturing forth on such an eve is missing. No one is to be found, the entire mammoth building abandoned. Utter defeat as the walk back to my warm, dry room is filled with peril, umbrellas strike from every which way, yet none offer protection. People fleeing away from the night, as darkness falls and the rain gets thicker. Broken reflections of the lights above as bullets of water slam into the ground in a torrential attack that few can withstand. Soon water will swallow us all, leaving behind a pristine flat surface of endless calm. The sun is of no use, as it hugs it's blanket of clouds closer around itself for weeks on end. Water. Capsules of light zoom past the darkened corner where a flare of fire is seen rising, rising in defiance of the wet darkness. Soon extinguished as the clouds get darker, for no one can stand against this barrage of clean, crisp beauty. Even now it invades my home, dripping to the floor, threatening to swell and overcome me, lest I keep up my defenses. Ironically enough the tale ends as a warm shower of water washes over me, steam instead of clouds, warmth instead of cold. Water water everywhere, why don't we have a drink?