The First Sign of Rain
Jacob ran up to the window and pressed both palms flat against the cool, curved glass. He peered up at the stormy skies that danced angrily above. Moody clouds danced with one another as a majestic roar of thunder clapped across the black, inky heavens.
“Excited?” Jacob’s mother asked, as she crouched down behind him, “They say it’ll be safe to go outside once the rain starts falling.”
A pair of warm, loving arms embraced the small boy. However Jacob was silent, unable to reply, as his imagination was captivated by the scene outside. The sky growled lowly and thunder zapped dramatically throughout the clouds. So great was the sense of awe instilled within young Jacob, that he found words were unable to roll from his knotted, twisted, tongue.
However Jacob was not the only one to feel this way. For the other citizens of Capital One had waited months for this very moment to finally arrive. All eagerly anticipated for the atmosphere to lash out and shower down the first, historical, bout of rain. A rainfall which would soak the ancient, arid desert that encompassed them and bring the people of Capital One fresh, natural air to fill their lungs.
Jacob suddenly fell backward, cushioned by his Mother’s embrace, as a bolt of lightning screeched across the heavy, blackened skies. A moment of silence proceeded the strike. Then, a low patter began to echo throughout the dome as clear drops of rain started to fall on its exterior.
Jacob watched, mouth ajar, as fat droplets of water rolled their way down the curvature of the glass. “Go on!” His Mother whispered to him softly, “Go!”
She watched as her son slid effortlessly from her arms. The small boy raced across the small, cosy living room and came to a stop before a pair of large, hexagonal blast doors. Designed so that the once toxic atmosphere remained separate from the artificial, yet breathable, air produced within.
Jacob glanced over his shoulder, sharing a look that was both filled with uncertainty, and excitement. His hand hovering steadily above the glowing control panel.
“Go on Jacob, open it. ” His mother smiled, “I’ll be right behind you.”
The blast doors slowly opened, like large, steel, jaws, as Jacob brought his hand down on the controls. The moment that there was enough space to squeeze his small body, Jacob was gone. He continued to dash through a short corridor and then through another pair of slowly, sliding blast doors.
Air! Fresh, natural, air filled Jacobs lungs, inducing a sense of refreshment and well being within his body. Then came the icy chill, that nibbled at his skin, as newborn rain continued to be rinsed from the clouds above, like water from a sponge.
The boy buried both his bare feet into the drenched, red soil beneath him and he heard his mother laugh as she joined him. Her clothes drenched in an instance.
“Isn’t this wonderful!?” She exclaimed joyously, as she ran wet fingers through her crisp curly hair, “No more suits! No more confinement!”
Jacob wiped the water from his eyes, and turned to face his mother who knelt down on the soggy, crimson, soil. He ran to her with open arms and hugged her tightly.
“It’s amazing,” he whispered, burying his head into the warmth of his mother’s chest, “is this what the rain on earth is like?”
“It certainly is.”
“I love it!” Jacob exclaimed with glee, “So wet and cold!” He pulled himself from his mother, in order to dance freely beneath the alien storm. With the wonder and the joy, only a boy born of Mars could ever hope to understand.