First RainWarning: SPOILER This contains transphobia, please be careful if you will be hurt reading something like that.First Rain by Gilkinnilk
It’s not the first time you experience rain. You remember things like that, no matter how long ago or how brief or whatever the context was.
But you don’t really remember what it feels like. So when the murky clouds finally break and water drips from the sky like the leaks in the cracked fountain, you can imagine this is the first time.
You’re not as stupid as everyone makes you out to be. You attend class. You understand what the bombs did to the earth. You know it’s acid. It’s been drilled into you for as long as you can remember – don’t stand in the rain; it’ll melt the flesh from your bones. It stings less than a scraped knee.
In the dusty, scorched wasteland, rain never really comes. You linger. People hurry about you, hands held palms down over their heads as they duck for cover in dirty doorways and under ripped awn
what is even going on here
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