Jonathan Kent walked out of the house. The sun hit him giving him a warm comfortable sensation. He loved how it felt on his skin. It was the best part of working out in the fields. He walked towards the barn kicking up dust with every step. He'd have to put new gravel down on the road soon. The cold winter and now warm winter had loosened the stones. Entering the barn he laid his gloves over the stair railing. He twisted the wheel to the new pipes his son had laid the day before. Hearing the misters kick off he walked back out of the barn, grabbing up his gloves and shutting the door. he walked around the side of the barn and his breath caught in his throat. His entire crop was destroyed. Every stock of corn was brown. He dropped the gloves and ran to the fence. Hopping over in one swift motion he rushed to the closets corn stock. As he touched the dried brown leaves they crumbled in his hands. He looked out of his crop in shock. It had been healthy and ready to harvest only the night before. He looked at the dust that had been a leaf that coated his hand. Quickly he jogged back to the house. "Martha! Martha call Clark home!" Jonathan yelled. His wife hurried down the stairs. "What's the matter Jonathan?" she asked. "Call Clark home." He said rushing up the stairs past her. Martha looked after him a moment then picked up the phone dialing Clark's cell number. "Clark, come home please." She said. "You're father wants you home now. It sounds urgent." She said. Before she'd returned the phone to the carrier Clark ran fly through the porch door. "What's going on?" he asked as his father descended the stairs with a meter and metal rod. "The crop is dead." Jonathan said. "What?" Clark asked following him out the door. Martha rushed after them. "It was ready to harvest just last night." She said. "I don't know what happened. But its all dried out and dead." Jonathan said leading the way around the barn to the nearest crop. Martha and Clark stopped dead in their tracks as the dead field came into view. "Oh my god." Martha said with shock. Jonathan plunged the metal rod into the ground beside a stock of corn. Clark jogged over. "The ground is completely devoid of water." Jonathan said reading the meter. "But we had the misters on all night." Clark said. "I know. I made sure they were on." He added. "Even one night without water wouldn't kill the entire crop." Martha said. Jonathan threw down the meter in anger. "What could of done this? It's like we're having a drought but… it's the rainy season." Clark said. "I don't know son." Jonathan said standing with his hands on his hips scanning the crop. "Everything is lost." He said with devastation. "We don't know if we'll be able to survive." He said. "We'll make it through." Martha said walking to her husband. She wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him. Jonathan laid his head against hers and sighed. "I know we will." He said.
Clark's phone began to ring. He pulled it out and answered in a rush. "Yes Chloe." He said. "Clark we're driving out to your place and all the fields are brown. I thought corn was suppose to be green." Chloe said. "All the fields?" he asked. "Everyone we've passed so far." She replied. "Our field is completely dried up." Clark said. "The ground doesn't even have any moisture." He added. "But I watched you turn on the misters last night." Chloe said. "I know. And even an entire day with no water wouldn't kill an entire field." Clark said. "We'll be there in a second." Chloe said. Clark put the phone in his pocket as the line went dead. "Chloe says all the fields are dried up like this." He said walking towards his parents. "What could have done this dad?" he asked. "I've never seen anything like this Clark." Jonathan replied. "It's as if… something sucked all the water out of them." He added. Chloe's car screeched as she stopped on the gravel drive. She and Lana rushed over to the Kents. "This is horrible. Do you have any idea what could of done this?" Lana asked. Jonathan shook his head and sighed. "We're going to call some people. See if they noticed anything unusual." Martha said. She and Jonathan walked back to the house.
"Clark, this is too weird. It's like they've never had water." Chloe said touching a leaf. He broke into a million pieces in her hand. Clark shook his head. "I have no idea what could of done this." He said. "This entire field was ready to be harvest last night. My dad and I had made plans to have it all done and ready to go." Clark said. Clark's phone rang again. He pulled it out and answered it. "Clark, we were driving by your farm and I noticed you crop is dead. What happened?" Lex asked. "Chloe says all the fields are dead. It's like the soil dried out and sucked all the water from the crop." Clark said. "We're turning in now." Lex said. "Okay." Clark hung up the phone and replaced it in his jacket pocket.
