Capsule Veina, a mining colony, has
a small population of mostly laborers. The town is somewhat small,
and there are a lot of drab and dreary structures.
The skies are overcast, and overwhelmingly still. It seems as though
the lowest portions of the clouds are painted black. The cover looks
impenetrable, streaked a filthy cream at the lightest portions.
Not one hint of the calm blue sky above is anywhere. It is as though
a great being is punishing the world, revoking it's privilege to
the warming sunlight. Even in the height of day, any illumination
is shadowy and lackluster at best. The world is encased in a dull
and inhibiting gray shell. On top of all this, there are winds.
Strong, solid winds. The kind that drive a torrent of rain into
your face even if you've ducked your dead down, and slanted your
hat low. Defying the rain is one thing, but defying a wind-driven
rain is altogether a waste of time. On rare instances, the winds
have been known to shove a parked craft into the side of a building,
or push it down a street, even blow out a window or two. But mostly,
it just meanders about the land, weaving in gusts through the streets
and around the corners. The wind definitely provids an added bite
of cold, and whips the rains into sheets of moisture, sweeping the
surface. Great strands of lightning tear and crack the vista above.
Ever random, and far in their reach, the bolts play across the panorama.
The flashes reveal, split seconds at a time, the true nature of
the seemingly smooth, fluffy underside of the sky. Pits and canyons
embedded in the bottom light up, filled with the bright electricity.
It is a very impressive show - sometimes terrifying. Deep thunder
curls from horizon to horizon. The rumbling occasionally intensifies,
climaxing to a fierce crack, as a lance strays from above, carving
through the air and connecting to some luckless target. But fires
are never a danger, as the rain expediently settles any possibility.
The pouring rain never stops. Not even so much as rests. At the
very least, there is a constant drizzle, enough to keep everything
soaked. But even those low times are comparatively rare. Mostly,
the weather ranges from decent, lingering rain to incredible downpours
of force. It is often suprising that so much water could fall in
so short a time. Sometimes the clouds release their burden as though
startled, or even tickled by the lightning, and immense falls batter
the landscape. Flash floods are a common occurrence, but never any
of truly disastrous proportions. Generally, the rain just keeps
coming. It drowns any evidence of detail, and often even robs the
land of color.
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