A bunch of nine-year-olds live on Venus. Margot was a shy girl who everyone hater. They thought she was different and she knew that too. The children thought she was weird so they always pushed her around. It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus.
All day they had read about the sun. And they had written small stories or poems about it. I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour". That was Margot’s poem, reading in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside. "Aw, you didn’t write that!" protested William. "I did," said Margot. "I did."
All the children were jealous of Margot. They didn't believe that the sun would come out that day."Oh, but," Margot whispered, her eyes helpless. "But this is the day, the scientists predict, they say, they know, the sun…" "All a joke !" said the William, and seized her roughly. "Hey, everyone, let’s put her in a closet before the teacher comes !"
The sun came out. It was the colour of flaming bronze and it was very large. And the sky around it was a blazing blue tile colour. And the jungle burned with sunlight as the children, released from their spell, rushed out, yelling into the springtime. "Now, don’t go too far," called the teacher after them. "You’ve only two hours, you know. You wouldn’t want to get caught out !"
A few cold drops fell on their noses and their cheeks and their mouths. The sun faded behind a stir of mist. A wind blew cold around them. They turned and started to walk back toward the underground house, their hands at their sides, their smiles vanishing away
They had forgotten about Margot. Once the sun left they walked over to the closet door slowly and stood by it. Behind the closet door was only silence. They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out.