One day I was asking my mother what if it started raining then? My mother looked at me like I was the craziest person she has ever seen.
Now, I need to tell you a bit of background of the day. It was one of those bone-shaking winter morning when you needed an extra bunch of warm clothes to even roam in your house. Bangladesh is a poor country. If a cold wave strikes, lots of poor people who live in the streets die because they don’t have enough warm clothes or blankets. If it started raining then, there will be a hell of corpses lying around the city.
Despite that angry bird-type look my mother gave to me, I was telling myself through my mind that there was something called climate change which could actually do something like that.
Not too many days later, what I had said actually came true. On the second day of 2012, it was raining outside.
I first heard the raindrops on my roof (ours is a tin-shed house so you can tell whenever it’s raining outside) in the midnight. I updated my status on Facebook saying so. But I thought to myself that it could be the fogs dropping on the tin making a sound as if they were raindrops. But the next morning, it was indeed raining outside. I mean, not the type of rain you’d expect in winter. It was raining like regular rainy season.
Fortunately, the weather wasn’t too cold so the rain didn’t leave any murderous effect on the country. But what makes me wonder is that it happened. It rained in the middle of winter; possibly breaking all the records of the past.
I was right. There definitely is something called Climate Change. And I still don’t understand what the suited people at Copenhagen did.
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