The Painters Rain

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And exactly five minutes after that the acid rain begins.

It glimmers with a golden pink hue as it falls upon the earth, and as toxic as it is, it will forever be my favorite hour. It is by far the most stunning visual I have ever seen. 35 years on this plane, and I promise you there is nothing more captivating than this deadly rainfall.

As it falls it takes pieces of the scene with it. sizzling with the most bewitching crackling sound as it burns little parts of what remains to the ground with it.

I have dreams of the gleaming drops dripping over my olive skin, remaining unharmed, coating me in the most magical pink hues, I imagine how beautifully my skin would glisten with gold as I spin in its dampening glory. my long frizzy hair taking on its captivating sizzle. Damn, could you imagine? "Uhhh" I roll my eyes at the thought as I watch the rain fall from the window of my absolutely amazing one-of-a-kind mobile home, made entirely out of steel and triple-pained glass. (designed and made by yours truly).

Every night before the purple clouds come I put out double pain glass jars to collect the rain. Glass and metal seem to be the only materials not affected by the chemicals in the rain, and also a very rare type of hair. This hair is only found on the creatures that dwell in the sand. They are worm-like mammalian, they have no legs or arms and have thick hair that covers their soft human-like skin. I call 'em hairy sandworms. but their name is something weird I've never been able to pronounce, anyway, on Sundays I go out and collect hair from them. I use it to make paintbrushes so that I can paint with the rain, and I use sheets of thin stainless steel as my canvas.

I found that if you torch the rain it changes from the glorious rose color to a deep purple, and if you freeze it, it doesn't freeze but turns green, if you add ink to it, depending on the types of inks used it will transform into various shades of blues and blacks hues.

Very few things exist nowadays, after World War 3 no one was able to recover, and now the world exists in a disarray. We try, but, it's pretty post appoctalipc now. Necessities like food and water are extremely hard to get not to mention absurdly expensive. All the earth is coated in a toxic layer of never-ending chemical rain, so growing food is basically out of the question, the soil and water are so contaminated, I mean, it is possible ( I'm doing it) But it's extremely dangerous if not done correctly. Plus if the government catches you they'll seize everything you own and you'll most likely go to jail.

The only joy left (for me anyways) is art. The captivating shimmers of the acid rain are like nothing I could explain. The way it shines against the metal canvas is so enriching, and the glow it gives off in the dark is so tantalizing. Miraculously, I've made somewhat of a name for myself through my absurdly captivating paintings. No one can fathom how I do it, and I'd never give away my secrets.

" BANG BANG BANG" a loud cop-like knock at the door, my heart skips a beat, who the hell could that be at this hour? I quickly scurry closing my drapes and throwing a loose canvas fabric over my "paints" and locking the door to my grow room. "who is it" I yell. " Mel it's me open up please quickly" Jay? I run to the door, "Jay, what are you doing! Is everything okay?" "No, we gotta go! NOW!! Tie everything down and get your rig ready I don't know how much time we have!' "what?" Now Mel he yells grabbing at my things, "Hey man, stop what's going on"? "It's the rain Mel! It changed, we just got word at the station, three different counties reported it!" The clouds are green Mel, and the rain, it's, it's," "It's what Jay? Spit it out!" "It's going through the glass Mel, it's going through glass, and some of the metals too". He looked at me with a fear in his eyes I've never seen, his hands trembling. "Not only that Mel, it's lasted three fucking hours so far"! "Your rigs not safe here Mel, you got to get to the caves"! "Please I'm on my way there too, come with me".