Fogg

Ice cold drops landed one by one. With tiny bits of snow and dust, the rain was coming back. It has been expected since the evening. And like a huge storm, it attacked in the morning. It kept coming closer and closer to the shallow, a big stormy cloud, the colour of dark grey covered the sky... again. A terrifying clap of thunder woke him up again. Mike opened his eyes, tired and sleepy. His hands were freezed to the ballon. He shivered from the cold and took a deep inhale. The last bits of oxygen left his capsule. There were no people around him within thousands of miles and the rain kept coming closer. The acid rain. Mike quickly looked at his watch. It was six in the morning. The day has just begun.