All around the storm was growing worse and worse, flooding predicted for weeks to come.
Inside the tram everyone crouched on the hard plastic seats, unwilling to touch the 8 inches of
water that filled the floor, threatening to rise as they moved downhill steeply.
One person quietly voiced to their companion that if this was flooding at the top of the hill, how
bad would it be once they reached the end?
A murmuration began to spread as the fear of drowning worked its way through them all.
Some debated taking their chances outside until peals of thunder smeared across the murky sky.
The rain was now pelting the tram's windows with enough force that they began to crack.
Inside the tram they all huddled further down, further into themselves like it would help.
The tram continued down, moved solely by gravity, the weight of its passengers and the downpour.
It took them too long to notice how deep the water was getting inside the tram.
It now lapped at the underside of their seats, bubbling up under the cracked rubber door seals.
Outside the muddy brown water was around head level and rising fast.
Inside they all sat silent, all bated breaths and muttered prayers.
The tram eventually made it to its final stop, deposited the passengers and rose once more.
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