"Sure, let there be rain~"

The morning air shimmered with an otherworldly energy as James's request hung in the space between moments. A single crisp $100 bill materialized above him, drifting down like a leaf in autumn. As it touched his trembling fingers, the sky split open.

At first, it was beautiful - a gentle cascade of green and beige, bills of every denomination spinning through the air like confetti at the world's richest parade. Twenties, fifties, hundreds - they twirled in the morning light, their security strips catching the sun like tiny diamonds. James laughed, spreading his arms wide as wealth rained down upon him.

"Finally! FINALLY!" His voice cracked with manic glee as money piled around his feet, the gentle rustle of paper currency building to a soft roar.

The first outsider who noticed was a barista taking out trash from the nearby coffee shop. She froze, coffee grounds forgotten as a $50 bill landed on her shoulder. Her scream - not of terror, but of pure joy - shattered the morning quiet: "MONEY! IT'S RAINING MONEY!"

The response was instant. Like sharks drawn to blood, people materialized from every direction. Business executives dropped their briefcases, construction workers abandoned their posts, tourists forgot their maps - all converging on the alley where wealth poured from the heavens. The initial civilized scramble lasted approximately thirty seconds.

"Get back! That's mine!" A man in an Armani suit body-checked a hot dog vendor, diving into an increasingly deep pile of bills. The vendor retaliated by swinging his tongs like a weapon. Around them, the crowd grew denser, more frenzied. The money was knee-deep now, and still coming faster.

James watched his "miracle" unfold with widening eyes. The bills were falling heavier now, not just drifting but plummeting in thick sheets. A woman in designer heels disappeared under a particularly dense cluster of hundreds, her manicured hand briefly emerging before being swallowed by the green tide.

"Wait..." James's smile faltered as the money reached his waist. He tried to wade toward the alley's entrance, but the press of bodies was too thick. Everyone was pushing inward, while the currency level rose relentlessly. "This isn't... I didn't mean..."

The screaming started when the first person couldn't get out. The money was chest-deep now, and still falling faster. Those at the edges of the crowd realized the danger too late - they were packed too tightly, trapped by their own greed and the endless rain of wealth from above.

"Help! HELP!" Someone's cry cut off abruptly as a cascade of bills covered their face. The money was shoulder-height, then neck-height. People were trying to swim through it now, but paper currency doesn't part like water - it compresses, suffocates.

James managed one last look at the sky, now completely obscured by the endless green waterfall, before the money covered his head. He tried to hold his breath, to push up through the crushing weight of paper, but there was nowhere to go. His last thought, as consciousness faded, was a bitter appreciation of the irony. He'd wanted wealth beyond measure - now he would die buried in it.

The money kept falling.

Downtown transformed into a green mountain of currency. Cars vanished under the rising tide. First-floor windows disappeared, then second, then entire buildings. Emergency services tried to respond, but their vehicles couldn't move through the deepening drifts of bills. Helicopters attempted rescue operations until their rotors became hopelessly tangled with paper.

The internet exploded with videos and photos before going dark as transmission towers were buried. The last broadcasts showed waves of money rolling through streets like a green tsunami, picking up vehicles and hurling them through store windows. The bills filled subway tunnels, burst up through manholes, clogged sewers and drainage systems.

Currency flowed out of the city like a living thing, covering highways and forests. It filled valleys, redirected rivers, created new topography as the weight of infinite money reshaped the Earth's surface. Animals fled before it, but there was nowhere to go. The green tide followed, inexorable and endless.

Global markets collapsed within hours - not just figuratively, but literally as stock exchanges were buried under tons of actual cash. The concept of wealth became meaningless as money covered everything in layers miles deep. Buildings imploded under the weight, creating sinkholes that were instantly filled with more bills.

The oceans began to **** as trillions of water-logged bills created a thick, pulpy mass that killed marine life and disrupted global currents. Paper currency filled the jet stream, creating surreal green auroras visible even through the perpetual money-rain. Weather patterns changed as the atmosphere itself was altered by the endless precipitation of wealth.

Humanity's final messages spoke of money seeping through sealed bunkers, forcing its way through air filtration systems, crushing reinforced shelters under its impossible weight. The last satellite images showed Earth transformed - no longer a blue marble hung in space, but a green sphere of accumulated wealth, growing ever larger as the bills continued to fall.

And somewhere, buried miles deep in this new paper planet, lay James - the man who'd wanted it all and gotten exactly what he asked for. His body, along with billions of others, became part of the new geological record: the Carbon-Currency layer that marked humanity's final, richest moment.