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Now the VOA Special English program "American Stories".

Our story today is called “Rainbabies”, it was written by Laura Krauss Melmed. Here is Barbara Klein with the story.

An old woman and her husband lived in a small house in a greenfield. They had plenty of food and a good roof over their heads. And a river ran close to their door, but the thing they wanted most was the thing they lacked, a child to call their own.

One spring night, the couple was asleep when a broad ribbon of white light slid across the old woman’s pillow. Her eyes flew open. She could hear the steady rainfall on the rooftop. Yet, her eyes met the white face of the full moon, looking through her window. The old woman shook her husband.

“Wake up, old man. I have heard that the moon shower brings good luck to everyone it touches.”

The old man rose and followed his wife outside. She was surprised at what she saw in the wet grass. There were 12 shiny drops of water, each holding a tiny baby no larger than her big toe. Very carefully, the couple gathered up the small babies and brought them into the house.
The woman dried them gently and sat them on a soft cloth on the kitchen table. There were 12 perfect little ones, all in a row. The old couple smiled and cooled until the babies began to yawn 1 and rub 2 their eyes with tiny fists. Then, the woman wrapped the rainbabies in pieces of cloth and laid them to sleep in a drawer.

Day after day, the old couple cared for the rainbabies. When they were tired or wanted to be held, they cried out in tiny voices and reached up with their little arms. Then the old man and woman held the rainbabies in the palms of their hands, or they rocked them to sleep in a pair of wooden shoes. The old man and woman would carry the babies in a straw basket as they went about their work.

One morning, the family set out in their wooden boat with fishing poles to catch some supper. The woman placed the basket at her feet in the boat. The rainbabies soon fell asleep because of the gentle roll of the river, but suddenly the river became wild. A mighty 3 wave rose up and over the side of the boat. Before the old man and old woman could stop it, the basket of babies was swept out of the boat. The old man jumped into the river. Round and round, he swam trying to reach the basket. The old woman threw him a fishing pole, so he could catch the handle of the basket. As he lifted the basket from the water, the river immediately became calm. The couple hugged each other and rowed home, forgetting about catching 4 fish.

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A few days later, the wind began to blow above their fields.

“The peaches have ripened 5, and should be picked, wife,”said the old man, “let us gather them now before the wind does our work for us.”

So the old woman carried the basket of babies to the orchard 6 where the peach trees grew. The old man climbed a ladder, picked a peach and handed it to his wife.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark, a crash of thunder sounded as a bolt 7 of lightning struck the ground close to the basket where the rainbabies slept. Flames quickly surrounded the basket in a perfect ring of fire. The woman tore off her apron 8 and tried to beat out the fire with the cloth. But as soon as she put out the flames they rose again. So the old man leapt across the barrier of fire and seized the basket. As he handed the basket to his wife, a sudden rush of cool rain put out the fire. The rainbabies were unharmed.

The next day the sky was blue and clear, the husband went early to the river to fish. The wife went to work in the vegetable garden. She put the basket of babies on a blanket in a shade of a chestnut 9 tree. An animal called a weasel saw the silvery pink babies and thought they were weasel babies. The weasel came closer, but the babies sensing danger cried out. The old woman came running still holding a turnip 10 freshly dug from the earth. She reached the blanket just in time to see the weasel ran off with a tiny rainbaby hanging from its mouth.

The old woman ran after them, putting the turnip in her pocket. The woman and the weasel ran around and around the fields. Finally, she could run no more. Then, she remembered the turnip in her pocket. She tossed 11 it over the weasel's head, hitting the ground in front of the surprised animal; the weasel dropped the frightened rainbaby and ran off. The old woman grabbed 12 the baby and returned to find the others safely in their basket.

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That night after supper the old couple sat sleepily by the fire. The rainbabies slept soundly in their drawer. A loud knock awakened 13 the old man. As he pulled the door open. A cold rain rushed into the kitchen, almost sweeping 14 him from his feet. A tall stranger wrapped in a heavy coat came into the house. Then, the stranger threw off his hood 15. He was a handsome young man. His hat posed 16 securely 17 over his hair. He walked across the room and placed on the table a basket woven from silver. The old woman asked:

“Who are you?”

“I am a messenger 18, sent by Lady Curd 19 Declair, a woman of extreme riches.” said the young man.

He pulled something from his coat. It was a shiny white jewel stone on a silver chain. The stone was the size and shape of a hen’s egg. The couple stared.

“My lady has huge wealth,” continued the messenger, “but in one thing she is poor, she has been blessed with neither sons nor daughters and she wants these more than anything else. Therefore, she offers you this precious moonstone in exchange for the 12 babies. Give her the babies and leave your remaining days in comfort and riches, for the moonstone is worth many bags of gold.”

The old woman moved closer to the sleeping rainbabies.

“Thank you,” she said, “but the babies will stay with us.”

The old man put his arm around her shoulder.

“So be it.” said the young man. He slipped the silver chain over his head. No sooner had the moonstone touched his chest then the coat and hat fell away and in his place appeared a woman of great beauty.

“My dear old man and woman,” she said, “I am Mother Moonshower on the night of the last full moon. I gave my rainbabies into your care. What loving caretakers you have been. You protected them from the dangers of water, fire and earth. You refused the offer of great riches to keep the babies with you. You have proven yourselves the worthiest 20 of parents, but now I have come to take the rainbabies away with me.

“You must not,” the old woman cried.

“Please understand,” said Mother Moonshower, “the rainbabies cannot grow properly without me. I will love them as you did and do not fear, I will not leave you lonely. See what I have brought for you.”

They went to the table and lifted the cover of the silver basket. Inside, was the most beautiful baby girl the old couple had ever seen. As the old man lifted the little girl in his arms, Mother Moonshower put the rainbabies into the silver basket.

“Wait!” cried the old woman. She bent 21 over the basket, touching 22 her lips softly 23 to the forehead of each sleeping rainbaby. Each one smiled in turn without waking. As the woman kissed the last tiny head, Mother Moonshower and the rainbabies disappeared.

The old man and woman named their daughter Raina. Like all children, she brought her parents great joy. She brought them some heartache, too, but never such adventures as the rainbabies. Raina grew stronger and more lovely with each passing year. She picked the sweetest peaches from the orchard and caught the fastest fish. Her laughter warmed the small house. Some nights when the full moon shone, the couple stood at the window. They watched their daughter dancing gracefully 24 across the moon-lit field. Her hair floating in the soft air and the old couple felt themselves truly lucky for their happiness was complete.

You have heard the American children story "Rainbabies” by Laura Krauss Melmed. Your storyteller was Barbara Klein. The producer was Lawan Davis. This story was adapted for Special English by Karen Leggett with permission from a copyrighted 25 book.

Listen again next week for another American Story in Special English on the Voice of America. This is Bob Doughty 26.