<p>In the future, after the global ecological disaster, so much that makes life worth living has been outlawed. One family refuses to submit. Will their small act of rebellion lead to a future where science no longer dominates humanity but serves it?</p>

<p>&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;In Y York&rsquo;s futuristic comedy RAIN. SOME FISH. NO ELEPHANTS., genetic engineering has produced a submissive nation of clones and drones. Everything is gene coded so all individuality can be obliterated, except for one stubbornly old-fashioned family trying to thaw the perpetual nuclear winter. That winter is actually an endless floodlike rainy season. The play&hellip;begins as a kind of science-fiction variation on YOU CAN&rsquo;T TAKE IT WITH YOU with a wildly eccentric family resolutely staying out of the mainstream. In this case, the father is a crank who has quit his scientific post in a dehumanizing laboratory to go fishing. He neglects his suicidal wife and their two very odd daughters. The catalyst for renewal is a black man, cloned to be a member of a faceless servant class. Removed from his diet of &lsquo;stoppers&rsquo;, pills that deny incentive, he becomes a rebel. As conceived by York&hellip;he is an engaging figure, awakening to his personality as well as to his racial identity&hellip; [Y York] has created a thought provoking comic parable about mankind&rsquo;s indomitability. As much as anything, the play is concerned with the survival of history itself &hellip;&rdquo;<br />
Mel Gussow, The New York Times</p>