'August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains'

Submitted By nazeally
Words: 557
Pages: 3

In Mary Roach’s article, “Garbage Gone Wild,” and Ray Bradbury’s short story, “August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains” readers are shown how technology is overpowering and can have positives but plenty negatives too but above all nature will always be alive. Since the 15th century technology was always thought of but never constructed until Archimedes of Syracuse (287 B.C.-212 B.C.) Originally technology was made to advance in life and perform tasks or help tasks to be easier. Since that time we have had many struggles and complications even though they help tremendously. Many people even believe some time in life there is going to be a fallout with technology which then leads to a so called apocalypse or technology will take over humans and have an technology apocalypse. In there will come soft rains the whole story is describing a house that is still “alive”after a bombing hit the town and how nature is the only thing holding the real true world together as time goes on.
The house and technology tried to keep the world living ;“The house tried to save itself. Doors sprang tightly shut, but the windows were broken by the heat and the wind blew and sucked upon the fire. The house gave ground as the fire in ten billion angry sparks moved with flaming ease from room to room and then up the stairs. While scurrying water rats squeaked from the walls, pistoled their water, and ran for more. And the wall sprays let down showers of mechanical rain. But too late. Somewhere, sighing, a pump shrugged to a stop. The quenching rain ceased. The reserve water supply which had filled baths and washed dishes for many quiet days was gone” (Bradbury 3).
Technology was unable to save itself and outlived the bombing after all human life parished. In There will come soft rains there is a poem, "There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;