The date is Febuary 29th 2020 . It hast rained in four years . [ WP ]

I now understand what it's like to be born on Christmas. Seriously, I thought I did before. I nodded wisely when kids whined about having their one special day completely overshadowed, how they got half as many presents as other kids. Well, bitches, I win. I get *no* presents. 
 
 Hell, I do n't even get a life anymore; living alone in a shitty hole in the ground. See, everyone has this bug up their ass, thinking the Drought is my, and other Leapies', fault. 
 
 *Morons*. 
 
 Thankfully I was never too vocal about my birthday ( which, lets face it, is pretty damn cool ) so I was able to sneak by the first year. I just lied and pretended I was born on the 28th.'' Phew! Good thing I was early! Used to think I was sooooo unlucky, just one day shy of a cool birthday! Har-har-har!'' 
 
 Most people bought it, until the government shit the bed. I do n't know about other countries ( as I am, literally, living under a rock right now ), but everyone here eventually decided they were pissed off enough to torch-n-pitchfork everyone out of office. Then the Loonies took charge and forced everyone into their new True Way. 
 
 The Anniversary was when the sacrifices stared. First time it was the kids born in 2016, which almost makes sense in a batshit kinda way. The next year, when it became clear that *that* had n't worked ( surprise ), it was opened to any unfortunate Leap Day baby. 
 
 Is n't that the definition of crazy? Trying the same thing over and over, but expecting different results? 
 
 Anyway, mom tried burning my birth certificate, but Dad said that not having one was worse. They'd kill me anyway since no one else had a reason to hide certificates. Instead they dug me a nice little bunker with a big ol' stone patio over the trap; just pry one of the slabs up and presto! There's a ladder down to my hidey-hole. Worked pretty well too, they pretended I'd gotten snatched up and no one else came looking. 
 
 Pretty good life, huh? No school, no responsibilities, I even got a kitten for company! But here's the thing. For the past hour I've been hearing really weird sounds, almost like someone's drumming on the ground above me. If I did n't know any better I'd say it was rain. Jesus, it even smells wet. I could pop my head out and look, but a big part of me does n't want to. 
 
 I should be happy right? That the Drought's over, back to normal life! 
 
 
 
 Yeah, no. Just think about it for a sec. 
 
 If it is raining, then the Loonies will think that what they did *worked*. 

