Watery Wings

November 14th 2013
415 days since it happened

 It all seemed like the usual routine; Autumn in the UK? Wave hello to the rain! And at first it was fun. People scurried from doorway to doorway, children splashed in the ever growing puddles, the population became a sea of umbrellas, hoods and hats. I for one had become soaked to my underwear on one venture out having slipped and fallen. I just laughed it off.

Then it came.

 I scoffed at the notion when it was uttered and in my defence the idea was laughable. An invention of a childlike mind. Who's laughing now?
 Without so much as a whisper of a hint the great force enveloped the nation, draping all but the South East in it's cold, damp form. The capital spared by mere miles. Nothing could be done, by ourselves or the outside world. It's body spanned the length and breadth of nations and yet it was as no more substantial than a warm breath on a cold Winter's day. What weaponry, what force, what army, could possibly harm or deter something so vast and seemingly infinite as this beast?

 Scotland  and Northern England suffered the worst blow. What appeared as the head of this creature had opened it's tremendous maw and taken the land into that maddening abyss. Wales had been lodged almost permanently in the throat of the vile thing. An eternally moist blanket that became thicker at indeterminate times as if it had been a patchwork quilt sewn from rags.
 There was no way to avoid it. No way to even begin to imagine anything like this would, or even could, happen. However, we are surviving. As unknowable as it may be it does not have the intent to send us to a watery grave, that much is now certain. Who knows what our future will hold. Some top men are speculating that due to the size and nature of this event it is entirely possible our own bodies may begin to change. Life must adapt. Still, life goes on. Albeit somewhat more aquatic than it used to be.

...ha. Aquatic. A-quack-tic. Ha ha. Has water ever driven a man mad?

 I'm not sure how much more I can keep writing after this. Paper is all but useless now; too soft and easily destroyed. Electronics are too susceptible to the creature's form as well. Maybe I'll write more in a few weeks. Someone should now what it was like in the beginning. Before...it.

Before...
...the Rain Duck.