Turned out Jacques was wrong when he said that only rats could live in the city. Because even the rats were having a hard time. The rain came and came — a whole fucking twenty-four hours straight. Nothing for months. And then bam, a whole fucking day of rain.

From time to time we got service. The internet came back and we'd get glimpses of news or we'd get texts or we'd get the weather report and we'd see that a foot of rain had fallen in one day.

Twelve fucking inches, Jacques said. Twelve inches...