Cut it all!

It just started raining and the city was unbearable. Full of puddles and smelling of dead or dying vegetation. Trees were left by the city to bow in a humiliating pose devoid of it's proper essence. They were mutilated to being utterly misshapen poles shoved into the ground beneath.
The Market was as close as it gets to a wasteland. Lacking the people that it needed to function it has become a silent darkened monument to the sun. Why the sun? As soon as it shone it first beams, these weaklings, humans, as they liked to call themselves, leap out in a frenzy to repopulate the streets. Dead in the night in the day it became alive only to die again every single night. Solitary people and cars wandered around the streets like lone white blood cells in a clogged up artery.
The rain was mallow but it was raining for at least 4 or so hours. Puddles engulfed the sidewalk. Streets were overrun with water draining from the rooftops in a miniature apocalypse. Bugs and ants died drowned in the water of those deadly waters. Each time they felt the change in the air they tried to flee or at least take abode somewhere where the water could not hurt them.
The main street was just as barren just as the market. Some few streetlights intermittently appealed to the sun shining their yellow lights to the empty streets and massive puddles.
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