Writing Attempt #4

I wake upon a sandy beach. The sky is clear. Perhaps too clear. I see no waves or trees or anything else. I wander around until I hit a wall. The transparent barrier halts my outward pursuit. After a few attempts to break, I see red rain dripping on it. I can see the now crimson-stained wall; its height never-ending. More dropplets cling on it. I look up to see my hand is the cloud that unleashed the drops. My screams reverberate around this sandy beach, penetrating my ears and forcing the cycle to continue.

I open my eyes to see another rain, but not of any color at first. The screams hushed. I picked myself up to investigate the rain. Upon reaching a foot away from the forming cone, I collapse. That is when I finally looked up to see a cloud of grain green rain funnel its contents downward. The cone's base touches my legs, soon burying them. I scream as it covers my hands and arms. My torso soon consumed by the solid rain. It chokes me now. A few tears desperately try to stay above the oncoming rain. Hello darkness, my new companion.