No more rain

The rain is falling, the last of the last. I haven’t felt it in a long time, the water pouring down on me. I walk. My feet get drenched in the black water. Mud on my legs. I just keep on walking, lost in this vast empty world. No one inhabits this place anymore. I don’t know why I still live. Just to be, doesn’t answer any question. But still the bottom of this dried ocean asks to be treaded.