I can feel the heat from the fire as my mother adding more firewood to keep the moist air out of our cave, waves of warmth caressing my cheeks.
She has a glow on her face I never seen before and I can hear her drawing breath as if she hasn’t been able to breathe in a long time.
Outside, the rain is pouring for the first time since I was a child and every soul in the cave was relaxed and in silence, thanking the big heaven for its generosity.
It’s been hard, the sun has been furious, and the land has suffered greatly.
The gras died first, the green soft carpet replaced by the brown rough one that made your feet ache just by walking on it.
After the grass it was the bushes and the trees, all run out of their watersupply and shut down waiting…Animals left our land either looking for food or being claimed by the heaven.
The lake on the top of our mountain still has some water, but the fish is long gone.
We live off the crops we manage to grow but it is not much and our people are weak and many of us sick.
I look down at my body, I am nothing but sunburnt skin and bone, my chest russels with every breath because it’s been filling up with the dry dirt of the land for so long. My long hair is a spitting image of the dead grass, dry, dull and crispy to the touch.
My mother comes and takes my hand, tugging me to the entrance of our cave and out in the rain. The water hits me and I gasp for air, but it’s the best feeling I ever felt. The hard drops making my small tense muscles relax and cool my warm body. I feel them tingling over my skin like a hive of bees and I cry. I cry of joy for our land, for our people and for the animals returning. My salty tears mixing with the sweet taste of rain in my mouth and I look into my mother’s eyes and her emotions mirrors my own. We are spinning, dancing, crying, and laughing together. My breathing is getting hard and I have to slow down. Mother puts her hands on my shoulders, making me stop. Her hands travel up my face, pushing the long wet strands of my hair away from my face. She kisses my nose, my cheeks and my lips and leans her forehead against mine. Her prayer is strong as she thanks the Heaven.
“I thank you beautiful heaven for hearing and answering me, I thank you beautiful heaven for your gift to the land. I thank you beautiful heaven for your gift to our people and I thank you beautiful heaven for the life of my daughter. She will live, she will be strong and she will be your servant.”
As soon as the last word of her prayer left her lips, my newfound strength left me. My legs disappeared under me and I fell to the ground, my chest is burning and every breath feels like flames licking my insides. I take to my knees and hands, trying to cough the fire away, and with every attempt, a little more air went in. I take deeper breaths, cough harder and then i feel it, it’s like the fire is helping to melt the dust in my lungs away. I open my mouth and I vomit. Grey hot mucus splashes on my hands before the rain rinse it away and I am breathing again, really breathing, deep clean breaths to the bottom of my lungs. No fire, no pain, no deprivation of oxygen.
I look up at my mother, even thou the rain is pouring down her face I can se she is crying, but it’s the tears that follow the feeling you have when you think you lost something important to your life only to find it again. The tears of joy and relief.
She helps me to my feet and into her arms, and I hear her happy sobs against my hair. We are spinning and dancing again and is soon joined by several others from the cave. Children jump in the puddles, men and women hug and kisses eachother. They gather water in pots to bring in to the cave in case the rain disappears again.
I lay back and close my eyes, the smell and the drumming of the rain outside the cave lulling me to sleep, and a smile forms on my face.