ShehadbeenshoppingwithherMominWal-Mart.Shemusthavebeen6yearsold,thisbeautifulbrownhaired,freckle-facedimageofinnocence.Itwaspouringoutside.Thekindofrainthatgushesoverthetopofraingutters,somuchinahurrytohittheEarthithasnotimetoflowdownthespout. 　　WeallstoodthereundertheawningandjustinsidethedooroftheWal-Mart.Wewaited,somepatiently,others4)irritatedbecausenaturemesseduptheirhurriedday.Iamalwaysmesmerizedbyrainfall.Igetlostinthesoundandsightoftheheavenswashingawaythedirtanddustoftheworld.Memoriesofrunning,splashingsocarefreeasachildcomepouringinasawelcomereprievefromtheworriesofmyday. 　　Hervoicewassosweetasitbrokethehypnotictrancewewereallcaughtin."Mom,let'srunthroughtherain,"shesaid. 　　"What?"Momasked. 　　"Let'srunthroughtherain!"Sherepeated. 　　"No,honey.We'llwaituntilitslowsdownabit,"Momreplied. 　　Thisyoungchildwaitedaboutanotherminuteandrepeated:"Mom,let'srunthroughtherain." 　　"We'llgetsoakedifwedo,"Momsaid. 　　"No,wewon't,Mom.That'snotwhatyousaidthismorning,"theyounggirlsaidasshetuggedatherMom'sarm." 　　"Thismorning?WhendidIsaywecouldrunthroughtherainandnotgetwet?" 　　"Don'tyouremember?WhenyouweretalkingtoDaddyabouthiscancer,yousaid,'IfGodcangetusthroughthis,hecangetusthroughanything!" 　　Theentirecrowdstoppeddeadsilent.Iswearyoucouldn'thearanythingbuttherain.Weallstoodsilently.Noonecameorleftinthenextfewminutes.Mompausedandthoughtforamomentaboutwhatshewouldsay. 　　Nowsomewouldlaughitoffandscoldherforbeingsilly.Somemightevenignorewhatwassaid.Butthiswasamomentofaffirmationinayoungchild'slife.Timewheninnocenttrustcanbenurturedsothatitwillbloomintofaith."Honey,youareabsolutelyright.Let'srunthroughtherain.Ifgetwet,wellmaybewejustneededwashing,"Momsaid.Thenofftheyran. 　　Weallstoodwatching,smilingandlaughingastheydartedpastthecarsand.Theyheldtheirshoppingbagsovertheirheadsjustincase.Theygotsoaked.Buttheywerefollowedbyafewwhoscreamedandlaughedlikechildrenallthewaytotheircars.Andyes,Idid.Iran.Igotwet.Ineededwashing.Circumstancesorpeoplecantakeawayyourmaterialpossessions,theycantakeawayyourmoney,andtheycantakeawayyourhealth.Butnoonecanevertakeawayyourpreciousmemories.So,don'tforgettomaketimeandtaketheopportunitiestomakememorieseveryday! 　　Toeverythingthereisaseasonandatimetoeverypurposeunderheaven.Ihopeyoustilltakethetimetorunthroughtherain. 　　RunThroughtheRain雨中的记忆 　　她和妈妈刚在沃尔玛购完物.这个天真的小女孩应该6岁大了,头发是美丽的棕色,脸上有雀斑.外面下着倾盆大雨.雨水溢满了檐槽,来不及排走,就迫不及待地涌向了大地. 　　我们都站在沃尔玛门口的遮篷下.大家在等待,有的人很耐心,也有人烦躁,因为老天在给他们本已忙碌的一天添乱.雨天总引起我的遐思.我出神地听着、看着老天洗刷冲走这世界的污垢和尘埃,孩时无忧无虑地在雨中奔跑玩水的记忆汹涌而至,暂时缓解了我这一天的焦虑. 　　小女孩甜美的声音打破了这令人昏昏欲睡的气氛,“妈妈,我们在雨里跑吧,”她说. 　　“什么?”母亲问. 　　“我们在雨里跑吧,”她重复. 　　“不,亲爱的,我们等雨小一点再走,”母亲回答说. 　　过了一会小女孩又说：“妈妈,我们跑出去吧.” 　　“这样的话我们会湿透的,”母亲说. 　　“不会的,妈妈.你今天早上不是这样说的.”小女孩一边说一边拉着母亲的手. 　　“今天早上?我什么时候说过我们淋雨不会湿啊?” 　　“你不记得了吗?你和爸爸谈他的癌症时,你不是说‘如果上帝让我们闯过这一关,那我们就没有什么过不去了.’” 　　人群一片寂静.我发誓,除了雨声,你什么都听不到.我们都静静地站着.接下来的几分钟没有一