All Summer in a Day af Ray Bradbury

No one in the class could remember a time where there wasn’t rain.

"Soon."

"Do the scientists really know? Will it happen today, will it?"

"Look, look; see for yourself!"

The children pressed to each other like so many roses, so many weeds, intermixed, peering out

for a look at the hidden sun.

It rained.

It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled

from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of

showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A

thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed

again. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus, and this was the schoolroom of

the children of the rocket men and women who had come to a raining world to set up civilization

and live out their lives.

"It's stopping, it's stopping!"

"Yes, yes!"

Margot stood apart from them, from these children who could never remember a time when there

wasn't rain and rain and rain. They were all nine years old, and if there had been a day, seven