The Raindancers

I felt the first droplets pool and trickle from my scalp, the coolness of them sending shivers down my neck. I loved returning to this planet with its natural rain; our artificial skies in the other worlds never quite perfected this brooding, grey turmoil of storm clouds and the air never felt this crisp and expectant, a land holding its breath before the barrage of rain. Even half blind from the flare accident, I could feel the open range all around me. Half the crew never bothered leaving the station, feeling the outdoors made them vulnerable and small. They forget our ancestors walked this land, bare and immaculate, without technology or trepidation. Even our recent forefathers, the ones that destroyed this planet and had to evacuate our race to reform it anew, even they stepped outside the tempered glass and aseptic seals.

The shower seeped into my socks, relieving my parched feet. I should take better care of my skin, especially if I wanted to sell our services. With Bright-Brow on his way to retirement, I hoped the company would skip over me and opt for Soft-cheek or Long-mane. One look at my craggy face would kill our customer esteem.

“Mud-Eyes! Three new coordinates to investigate. Respond online.” The static rumbled from my ear-piece, but the message was still detectable. I stood a while longer outside the gate, hoping for a bit of thunder to shake my bones. Thunder didn’t come with our machines, nor did we have the finances to generate something so superfluous. Still, I hinted to Bright-Brow that it would be a nice touch. He shakes his head, but pats my shoulder in agreement.


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KT is an avid foodie/gamer/SFF reader with expertise in a variety of bizarre fields. Her love for technology, science, and internet media is only matched by her fondness for music, language and art. Karen is an aspiring writer with a meandering past. Her law and engineering books make wonderful counterweights to her fiction collections. She hopes to one day publish a novel, most likely in the young adult genre, but the future is an open book.

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