The warm rain spattered Eric’s face and dripped from his eyebrows and nose. It was the last time he’d ever feel it.
Unless, of course, they would let him outside the City sometimes. That wasn’t likely, though; he’d read enough, heard enough, to understand that life in the City was completely self-contained, sealed for everyone’s safety and happiness. Eric failed to see how anyone could be happy in a place without rain or wind or rich, dark soil.