I watch as the water drains from the pipe above into the well below. It must be still raining up above, I think. Most of the city must be underwater by now.
It’s been over a month since we piled into government-created underground shelters. Did they know? I wonder. Did they know that after five years of drought, the world would suddenly rain like in Noah’s Ark?
“Whoa, cool!” A small boy arrives beside me, pointing at the torrent of flowing water. I smile at him. He smiles back before growing bored and running away.
Yeah, cool, I think, smiling.