How did it get here?
How did they arrive in this situation?
How did their despair turn to hope, and their hope to horror so quickly?
No one in the residential estate could give the right answer to such a simple question because it was that complicated.
All they knew was that it rained — they got out, danced in it, or drank some water, thinking heaven had finally heard their prayers.
Heaven didn't—or whoever they had prayed to. For the opposite had happened. If they could turn back time, they'd have never left their rooms when they heard the pitter-patter. It hadn't brought the joy they craved, nor the freedom they desired, but the doom they never expected.