Curled up in a ball, a girl called Koreana sat mourning. Mourning for her sister.
The rain her sister had created only lasted for a second. The only rain in decades had come to a halt. This miracle rain had come from a girl who had devoted her life to make the world a better place.
The silence of this once again barren landscape was disrupted by the flapping of something. Something that would change this little girl's life forever.
Koreana stood up, her eyes red and tear stains on her cheeks. She walked over to the thing stuck on the lighthouse. Just above head height, on the bars surrounding the glass of the lighthouse, a small piece of paper was flapping violently in the wind. Jumping up, Koreana snatched the paper from the bars.
In big bold print, it said, "RAIN MAKER PLANS'. Inside the folded piece of paper, she found a letter. A letter from her sister.
After reading the letter, tears began to well up in her eyes again. Koreana knew she had to do something...
Turning over the letter, she found a plan that would change the world. It listed the equipment needed to build her sister's revolutionary machine.
The next day, Koreana woke to find that she was sweating. It was hot oustide; there were heatwaves coming off the desert floor. Koreana picked up a back pack and walked down the winding stairs of the lighthouse. She was going to go to the sub-market to find the parts to build the rain maker.
The sub-market was built in the remains of a huge old submarine. It was filled with people who scavenged through the remains of boats and submarines. There were thousands of stalls and you could find almost anything there but some of the things there could be extremely expensive.
Walking though the carved out doorway, Koreana was hit by a wave of noise. There were swarms of people around every stall. But, amongst the groups there were some very dangerous people. Koreana pulled up her hood and slouched so as not to be seen by anyone.
By the end of the day, she had gathered in all of the equipment that she needed but she was still missing a crucial part to her operation. An aircraft.
Koreana lumbered home feeling pleased with herself. As she walked through the heavy iron door of the lighthouse, she imagined something that made her smile with hope.
A huge plane exploded as its metal crippled hitting the ground. All around, grass sprouted and flowers bloomed. But there was water — water for as far as you could see.
The next morning, Koreana woke early to get to work on the rain maker. She knew she had a long day ahead of her but that didn't put her off. The only thing that troubled her was that she still didn't have any way of getting above the clouds to release the chemical.