Solar Rain!
What a romantic name it is.
When the Upper City's drainage system begins to operate, countless LED suns still flicker overhead, as if it were a grand light show.
Rainwater passes through the bright suns, refracting into a rainbow-like spectrum, falling onto the faces, bodies, and the plastic buckets held high by the Lower City People.
Children frolic in the rain, calling this disinfectant-smelling liquid "the Sun's Tears."
The cost is that they'll have to take an extra pill or two of Neutralizing Agent tonight, but the ignorant joy of childhood isn't something a pill or two can buy, right?
Children run barefoot, splashing water everywhere, their ankles dyed a bizarre phosphorescent blue by the rain. Their tender voices sing cheerful nursery rhymes in the rain:
"Getting wet causes baldness,
But it cleanses the eyes,
Upper City's poop,
Lower City's fate..."
