First, I’m going to give a short introduction so i can get it out of the way and go right into the response. There Will Come Soft Rains is a post apocalyptic world of an unspecified year in the future where there are nothing left but the creations that withstood the initial cataclysmic events that lead to the destruction of a race of beings who, to anyone looking in from an outsider’s perspective, were gods who transformed the entire world for both better and worse.
From what i can tell by this story’s imagery alone (and there is a lot of imagery to be read), it seems that the world, as of now has gone through a drastic change. And with that change came a newly formed environment and the loss of an almost godly race who did amazing things but, sadly as of now, are nothing but a memory that will soon enough be long forgotten through the test of time. The only thing that have been left behind by this race were their creations. Their large steel and glass structures, concrete pavements that covered almost every inch of ground, Their gruesome markings left on the animals who were unfortunate enough to live through the cataclysmic event and now have to suffer and struggle to survive in their new post god home. And last but not least. the autonomous machinations that go through their daily routines time and time again out without end. This story kind of hits me in a weird place now that i think about it. I think it mostly has to do with the fact that there will be a time where the human race will sooner or later cease to exist. It’s that kind of depressing feeling that gets even weirder when you realise that once they’re all gone. Time will go on without them. As many of us know, time waits for no man or thing. Days go by, nature goes on and the and things that once were, such as the things we leave behind will sooner or later be gone by deterioration . This gets driven home even more when the story talks about the house that keeps running and the machines that were created to serve still continue on with their duties even with the absence of the masters who created them. We are even given a mention of a dog who we can assume belonged to the ones that used to live in the story’s main setting which is the house because of this excerpt: “A dog whined, shivering, on the front porch. The front door recognized the dog voice and opened.” I guess, the theme of this story is the fact that everything has to come to an end. There is always an expiry date to everything that gets created. And this rule is no different for our race as well. The whole theme of ending is shown in many different ways but, the two main ways are the dog who was “once huge and fleshy, but now gone to bone and covered with sores,” which later dies because of the horrible condition it is left in after the event. And soon after is later cleaned up by the house’s cleaning system, never to be seen again. And, the machinations who soon cease to function because of the a psychotic and destructive fire which is further personified. Oh, i guess it’s should be important to tell you that there is quite a bit of personification in this story. Most of the personification is given the the automatons which makes a bit of sense considering the fact they’re pretty much the closest thing to the race that created them. Personification itself is used to further make the ending of the machination more disturbing. Lines such as “the voices wailed Fire, fire, run, run, like a tragic nursery rhyme, a dozen voices, high, low, like children dying in a forest, alone, alone. And the voices fading as the wires popped their sheathings like hot chestnuts. One, two, three, four, five voices died” which explains explains what happens to the almost living creations who are burned and later destroyed by the fire.
So, all in all.. You know what? I don’t think i have have much of a response to this story ( i personally don’t think that this is even a great and succinct response) other than the fact that everything has an expiration date. Everything has a big fat END to its lifespan that anything or anyone will inevitably reach. And as that time comes, time goes on without them regardless.
You know, it would be a good idea to end this response here but i don’t really like leaving these things off at a very depressing finish such as this so, I’m going to end it on a somewhat positive note. Sure, everything has an end but, Everything DOES have a beginning. Destruction is bound to happen regardless of who or what you are but, destruction is always followed by creation. Forests that are burned down later regrows into a stronger, more lush environments. Trees whose autumn leaves fall off and die later grow new ones as a new spring arrives. Sure, sooner or later, the human race will cease to exist but In our place, new things will grow. I mean, who knows, maybe a new race of intelligent beings will sooner or later, find our remains and preserve them as a long lasting memory that will serve as a symbol of the race who once ruled their world as gods.