The rain came down even harder in the morning, inconveniencing many. Puddles formed in roads, umbrellas sold out, factories doubled their production. A subway was flooded, to the annoyance of those that usually took it to work or from work. It was only 6:40 A.M and according to the news, it would only keep falling.
In the Rain hounds mountain village, a scheduled live broadcast was about to start. Pastor Salem was about to address thousands of subscribers, believers and non-believers. Dressed in a white robe, he rose from the throne like golden chair with a quiet majesty of a man who believed to himself the world's last hope.
He was holding his hands out, palms facing upwards and mumbling scriptures from the holy book. At his right hand sat Moon Raine, like his queen. She too was dressed in white, her face a blend of makeup meant to give her a natural appearance and make it seem as if she was a natural beauty that needed no help.