The Cloud

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Once upon a time, the people of North America all experienced the most peculiar July afternoon. It had started off a normal enough day: with wives drinking coffee and husbands reading newspapers; young children eating cereal and watching morning cartoons, while teenagers still sleeping in warm beds, with the stale smells of the previous night's party hanging in the air. All was normal and in order and as was to be expected. In the Midwest a farmer looked across his fields, with delight and anticipation. It hadn't rained in a day over a week and he thought to himself, they were due for a storm or at least a small cloud of liquid gold. In the Southwest, the city streets were all covered in a thin layer of dirty sand. The windows of buildings went unwashed throughout the dry summer months. The mayors of the towns long ago deciding not to waste the energy or time to clean off the dirt and sand which returned overnight, settling in the same cracks and surfaces as the previous day. In the larger cities along the Western seaboard smog hung heavy in the air filling the lungs of residence like a cigarette fills a smoker. Entering and assaulting their bodies without hesitation, never fully leaving with each exhalation. The smog hung thick over tall skyscraped cities, moping around like the cars that drug men and women to work in the early morning. The East coast, though, could not gloat about any happier a circumstance as the green hilled states were covered in shades of olive and jade and golden rays of sun met the faces of morning dog walkers.

That day in July, as is came to be known, when the West woke up a rain cloud was already forming in the distance. It started over the ocean powdering the velvet of the sky, first in long whips ...

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...nging to taste the breath and feel the smooth lips of the other. It made another old women, sitting on her front porch knitting, pause in her stitch and remember a time when she stood in the rain as a little girl unafraid of it running over her and chilling her skin. Mostly, the rain that summer day reminded people of an enchantment they could touch or understand. Meteorologist couldn't explain the phenomena of a cross continental rain storm that was so quick moving and unexpected. Most people though, didn't want or need an explanation. For hours after the climax and thunder had ender, when all the streets and houses were clean and the deserts refreshed the rain remained as a thin mist all the way across the plains, fields, mountains, hills, deserts and coasts, catching each bit of light skewing the air into magnificent colors, no matter where the people looked.

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