Weekly Prompt Writing

Something a little out of the ordinary here, from our meeting tonight.

And the rain glowed. That was the weirdest thing she'd seen yet. Why did it glow? Was it radioactive or something? Would she burst into flames if it touched her skin? She stared out the window of the hovercraft and tried to imagine living here for a year. This hadn't been quite what she had in mind when she had suggested a foreign exchange program to her parents, but they had gotten so caught up in the new trend of planet hopping that she had found herself here in less than two weeks. It was bad enough not speaking the language, but things were going to be harder than she thought if she'd have to watch out for glowing rain and other foreign dangers. What if she did burst into flames and never went back home? Not that home was so fabulous. But at least at home she knew the rain wouldn't kill her.