Rain fell. Of that, at least, there is no doubt. People died like plants. I mean, silently. We studied water for a long time. Diligently. Its molecules tinkled in the glass. We spun them into dust. We broke light through them. We bred tadpoles. People grew, like red flowers Like roses or opium poppies. I mean, beautifully. Rain fell. There was something miraculous about it. I mean, water falling from the sky. All those complex molecules Giving birth to bodies of water Giving birth to Puddles.
