Hiding in the Rain: Science Fiction

The pitter-patter of rain was what drew her out from under the leaves that she'd been hiding among since late that afternoon, when the ships came down low over the houses. Okay, be honest--not the pitter-patter of rain, the downright deluge of a thunderstorm pouring over her, drenching her to the skin and threatening the few valuable belongings she'd crammed in her backpack as she sprinted out of the door of her apartment and bolted to the park. That was one thing that every news broadcast had been clear on: go to the woods. Go to the woods, go to the fields, go to the prairies. The attackers would only bomb housing structures or areas that looked industrialized. Farms were not exempt--or, rather, farms *might* be exempt, but the way that exemption was discovered was so--alien--that analysts were still getting a handle on it. Farmers were advised in the meantime to evacuate their families to somewhere near fallow land and to try running to a fallow field or to a tree line in case of attack. Bunkers weren’t a good idea. The attackers seemed to specifically target them. She ran through the rain, back to her sheltered apartment. That was the other thing everyone agreed on. Nasty thunderstorms kept attacks away. It was a small mercy, and people had stopped complaining or worrying about flooding. At least it means there's rain to keep the flies off, they'd say.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/66738582@N07/9565989830/
Story potential: Medium
Notes: An okay idea for an alien invasion type, I guess, but not a story idea.