Parsons challenge 1: Passionate rain on a freshly tarred road

To all the workers of Formosa:

Your life is short but meaningful.

Thank you for the future you built for us, and

Have Fun at the Goddamned Playground.

On a hot summers day, the road constructors spread boiling tar onto the roads, flatten them with machines, and wait for the afternoon thundershower to cool the roads. When the rain touches the surface of hot tar, it immediately evaporates, hissing and sizzling. The road is like the workers’ playground, magnificent and inspiring.

The sun is roaring relentlessly above our heads. It is time to pave the future.

Spread fresh tar onto the scarred past, fill up its wounds of sorrow.

The heat of hot tar nibbles away may rubber boots. I can feel them melting beneath my feet. The color of tar is as dark as death, and I am walking on a deadly road of chewing gum that drags me down to the eighteenth level of hell.

An afternoon thundershower is approaching. I can feel the suffocating air wrap her warm body onto mine, and whisper into my ear: “now, we wait for the sign.” And then all of a sudden, tears of heaven charge passionately onto the boiling strip of death. Hot steam shrieks furiously.

We are in the midst of war.

With the iron tank car, press the enemy down to where it came form. Flatten them with our stubborn will.

Press on, press on.
We are masterminds of the future,
the children at the barren playground.