The rain fell lightly on the driveway. The steam coming off the pavement looked magical--and she half expected a witch to appear. Her thoughts drifted to her mother who abandoned her as a child--there was nothing magical about that. It was the clearest truth of her life, yet some part of her still couldn't grasp it. She imagined her mother coming towards her through the steam. Suddenly, the rain began to fall harder in torrents. The dream disappeared, and she felt angry at the rain for ruining her dream.
"Probably it's an acid rain," she thought bitterly, and she watched how quickly it filled all the holes in the pavement. Nothing survives an acid rain. She knew this well, for her life was drenched by it. No flaw, not one little crevice in her heart had escaped the acid rain that began to fall when her mother abandoned her ten years ago.
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