This was it. Everyone had known this was coming, the skies had darkened hours ago.

This was the downpour.

Everything of value, all food and animals, were inside the stone structures. Everything that was neither metal nor stone would be destroyed before this was done. All people all over the world had been preparing for this moment for weeks, some had even prepared years ago.

Nobody knew how long it would last. It was impossible to tell that they would be trapped inside until a new solution arose. Nobody could have been prepared for what came, no matter how much they planned.

Families with little children had to block all doors and windows in fear of the young ones getting out. Those unfortunate enough to be outside as the rain began could hear the endless indistinct cries and moans of the now trapped animals, see the brightness of homes, everyone together playing whatever games they had, reading whichever books they could find and eating whatever food they wanted.

The rain would burn like a thousand suns were concentrated into a hundred pins which stabbed relentlessly through the skin of the few outside. It drove some insane, made others lose limbs and some could no longer speak.

Some believed in the tales of when the rain would refresh the earth, when people didn't run or hide from it. They believed in a time of safety, before people got drunk on greed and power, burning the resources and destroying the planet. Believed that this was all the Earth fighting back, putting humanity through the same torture.

Others thought those were fairy tales. These people thought that human kind could never go as far as to destroy what little we had in a planet so harsh. No, the rain had always brought pain.

Humanity clung on to the prayer of a new home, one without the downpour as they continued to scoar space, further polluting the barren world

Communities huddled in town halls where the sounds of happiness still echoed through the vibrant blues and yellows from the scattered childish crayon-work still not cleaned off the wall.

"I hope this downpour doesn't take all day," one man wearing a blue blazer with matching trousers and a dark purple tie and a white shirt and black brogues. "I have an interview after this and I don't want to forget everything."

"You'll be fine." A more casually dressed woman standing next to him reassured. She layed a soft hand on his shoulder, a softly glistening emerald could be seen, matching her eyes.

"It will give you time to calm your nerves." An older gentleman, looking to be in his early 70s, commented as he smiled - something that seemed difficult for him as his jaw seemed to strain.

Watching this scene through the small window leading into the corridor outside, a young woman, son in tow, sighed to herself. She hoped to get home herself, she had left the oven on with their dinner inside and she didn't fancy the idea of eating burnt Shepard's pie, but she knew that wishing made no difference. If anything, the more she wished for the downpour to stop, the heavier it seemed to get.

People's lives seemed to revolve around the downpour.

They were always preparing for the downpour, or trying to wish it away to continue their lives of preparation again. It was an endless loop.

The young mother pulled on her son's hand, walking along the corridor with him. It was doubtful they would be home that evening so she was just going to have to make him dinner here.

((A/N: This was actually my creative writing from my English mock. I got 35/40 so I'm really happy!! 603 words excluding this. What do you guys think?))