Contents (43)
- Rain Born
- Rain Born
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Copyright Information ©
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
It was impossible to get anything out of the dry lands. There was no rain and the drought continued for months and years, taking the lives of millions of people and animals due to hunger and thirst. As the icebergs began to melt, the sea level rose, drowning the islands and the coastlines. The rainfall seemed promising after many years of drought. People had celebrated this blessing and had hoped to take back their lives after the earth was reborn. But the rain didn’t seem to end, bringing with it cold breezes, moist and more new sicknesses and washing away their last hope for survivor.
The drowning of the Earth was inevitable. The coastal cities, if not already destroyed by the earthquakes, were the first victims of the great tsunamis and floods. Smaller island countries like Japan and England that were already mostly underwater, didn’t get the chance of flee to the ships, drowning in the first days of the flood. The only countries able to send their survivors to the ships and submarines before the flooding were those in the mid continents. The more distant from the oceans, the more they had time to equip their ships and save lives. But the sea-land border was on move and had made it difficult to locate the ships and transfer the goods and people. The few survivors of higher ground cities had taken themselves to the ships and taken whatever essentialities they could with them: food, clothes, livestock etc. Only a few ships had been filled with unnecessary things like books, electrical equipment, pictures, paintings and some statues.
The Saviour Ship was one of the later, driven from the heights of what was once the Alborz Mountains to Tehran. The Alborz Mountains had flattened during the earthquakes, filling the Caspian Sea from north. But Tehran, being on the south side of Alborz had survived the quakes only to be ravaged by those who had fled there from the destroyed northern cities. There was nothing left of the city. The chaos and ravage of the drought years had left behind a city filled with rotten corpses. But the minor thoughtful survivors had transferred whatever they could from the national library to a small ship that had later become known as the Saviour Ship. The books were useless to the starving plunders hence the library was one of the few untouched places. The last people had gathered whatever they could from their heritage, embarking them on three ships: one filled with books, one with the valuables from the jewellery and Ancient Iran museums and another with engineering tools and equipment. The two later ships were not found after the Great Fog and their shipwreck was confirmed twenty years later when the first diving trips started.
No one knew how long the rain and storms would continue. The cold and pneumonia had taken more lives on the ships. Those on smaller ships had run out of supplies within a year after the rain started, many dying of hunger and thirst like those who lost their lives in the drought. After the Great Fog, many ships were found covered with the bodies of those who had died of sickness and starvation. Some advanced ships of northern America had used space travel technologies, putting their passenger to sleep under anaesthetics only to wake up three to six months later, facing all the dreads of the nonstop rains. They were less immune to pneumonia and had only saved more food, delaying their death out of hunger.