It was pouring outside. We all stood there just inside the door of the Walmart. We waited, some patiently, others 1 because nature messed up their well-planned day. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing (溅起水花) happily as a 2 came pouring in. They were a welcome 3 from the worries of my day. Then she came. She was about 6 years old, and my attention was drawn to this beautiful brown haired, freckled-faced image of 4. Just then, the trance (恍惚) we were all caught in was broken by her sweet voice. "Mom, let's run through the rain!"
"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit. 5, we'll get all wet." Mom replied.
"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she pulled at her Mom's arm.
"This morning? 6 did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"
"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, there's 7 he cannot get us through."
The entire crowd stopped dead 8. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. Mom 9 and thought for a moment about what she would say.
Now most people would just laugh it off and 10 what the girl said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life, time when innocent trust must be protected so that it will bloom into 11. "Honey, you are absolutely 12. Let's run through the rain. If we get wet, well maybe we 13 need washing," Mom said. Then off they ran.
We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they rushed past the cars. They held their shopping bags 14 their heads just in case. They got wet all over 15 they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
