Where does this storm come from in the desert? The Black Water People shriveled in the rain. I grabbed Qinghan and told him to get inside quickly, in case this rain hides some mystery, a trick, a hidden threat.
Qinghan seemed indifferent to the rain. He asked me where I learned those idioms. I told him I love playing the idiom solitaire game, and there are idiom guessing mini-games on my phone.
The rain washed away the dust of the city. Qinghan and I hid in a corner of the rooftop. There was a stone shed there, seemingly for storing miscellaneous items, though everything else had long decayed, leaving only two empty stone jars behind.
The Black Water People looked like several black plastic bags, spread out on the rooftop. They dissolved after being soaked by the rain for a while, eventually flowing into the drain with the rainwater.
