The sound of the waves crashing against the solid rocks could be heard from miles away. Miriam sat on the rocky sand and stared at the salty water. Two children — her grandchildren — sat beside her.
"You know the sea was not always here."
The young children clloked confused,
"Tell us the story, Grandma."
They pushed on until she sighed. Whilst doing so, she took in the smell of fish and chips and salty air. Then she nodded her head.
The year was 2090. The sea was long gone and not a drop of rain had been spotted for more than thirty years. Everybody was beginning to lose hope – everybody except my sister, Catrina. She would go out every day in search for a cloud to use her rainmaker. The Water-pirates would come and go and destroy her trusty plane until it could hardly fly. She believed that there was hope for rain, for water, for oceans.
One day, she was high in the clear sky searching for a cloud to use her device with. I was in the lighthouse looking for a cloud. Until I saw it, a cloud. I ran upstairs as fast as I could to the light and moved in towards the cloud in hope that my sister would see it. She turned towards the cloud. Yes! She had found it. Then, the pirates came. Catrina's old plane was getting shot. Being my sister, she carried on and released the gas onto the cloud and raindrops dripped out. After that, I never saw my dear sister again. But, I did find the plan for the rain-maker.
Her two grandchildren's faces were blank with shock. They looked around at the sea around them and couldn't picture it once being dry. The clouds started forming and small drops of rain fell down onto them. Her grandchildren jumped up from where they were sitting.
"Come on, Grandma. We'll get wet!"
But the old lady just sat there and put her hands up to feel the rain against her palms.
"It's only a bit of water children. Now sit down next to me and listen to my story while the waves crash."
Breathing in the smell of fresh rain, a smell I hadn't smelt in thirty years, I looked around and saw the rain soaking into the sand. As I was looking around, I saw it — the plan for the rain-maker. Excitement fizzed up inside me as I quickly grabbed the piece of paper and ran inside the lighthouse. It was raining but I still needed to work out how to build it. I ran around the lighthouse searching for all the equipment and put it together. It was perfect but I forgot about one thing... the JZ1. A gas that actually formed the cloud itself. By now, the rain had stopped and I was beginning to lose hope. But I knew Catrina wouldn't have stopped trying so I didn't either.
After hours of thinking, I finally remembered where to get some. So, I jumped up from where I was sitting, ran out of the lighthouse and to the rusty old submarine. The ground was moist and so was the air. When I finally got to the submarine, I banged on the door but it seemed as if nobody was there. Then an old man bent over a wooden walking stick stumbled from the side of the boat.
"What is your business?"
I remember to this day his crackled voice as he stared at me with his fierce eyes.