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Created on: November 07, 2008
When I was just a little girl I lived in a place where it hadn't rained in years. I had never felt the water, falling down upon my face. My mother used to tell me how the sparkling water would fall right out of the sky, but I just couldn't imagine it no matter how hard I tried.
Then one day when I was playing outside, I felt the air change. My mother said "can you smell that "as she pointed to the darkened sky. As the edge of the clouds crossed the mountains and headed for the town all the people stopped to see the rain that was pouring down.
At first they all were happy because we really needed the rain. But then I heard someone who was shouting "beware of the silver drops of rain". All the people in the town began to flee, well, all of them, except for me. Then I felt my mother grab me by the arm come inside quickly she said with great alarm. I couldn't' understand it. I stood right by the door. I just wanted to touch it so bad I couldn't stand it anymore.
I knew my mom might not like it but what could be the harm. Then before I knew it, I was out the door and heading for the barn. My mother screamed in horror, when she realized that I was gone. As the rain came down on me I suddenly felt so alive, I ran as fast as I could but I only made it to the gate before my mother grabbed me up with the look of fear upon her face.
And as she picked me up and ran for the porch, I began to feel like my skin had been scorched. My mother started crying as she wiped me off the best that she could, my skin was red and stinging, it was then I understood. And as I sat there crying I looked out across the sky and then that's when I saw the flock of birds go tumbling, just like they couldn't fly. I told mom I bet they have the silver drops of rain in their eyes.
It ate through the leaves and it killed all the fish. It started to eat through the buildings and it ate through our car as it poisoned all the ground. I heard my dad say that "now there will be no safe drinking water in our town". It ate through the trees and it ate through mom and me.
I asked my mother what was this horrible thing? Why would God send the silver drop of rain? She sweetly smiled back at me and said "they call the silver drops, acid rain". And it was never any of God's doing. It comes from the big factories and peoples cars. It floats through the sky for a very long time and then it falls to the earth, poisoning everything it finds.
Why dose this happened? Because many people only believe in greed. They don't concern their selves with what the planet needs.
But surely there's a lot of us that don't feel that way, if we would just all stand up all at once we could put them in their place.
It's not that easy dear, because the acid rains fall all over the planet not just in our town and it's hard to get everyone organized to stand all at once. But just remember we can't give up. It's up to each and everyone of us to do our own small part to keep the planet breathing with an healthy heart.
Mom locks the front door now when ever she thinks it going to rain. I just sit in front of the mirror looking at my scars and remembering the pain. And as I sit and wonder, I look out across the plains, will I ever get to feel the water on my face without the silver drops in the rain?
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