Rain-rain-rain

Red sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him. He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly; no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring… - only ghosts. He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding and the clank of disused limbs popping into place. The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes… - and he felt ancient. Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans, and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called… - brother. The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him; the sun