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This had been the worst draught we had ever had and we all thought we were going to die. We are all dehydrated and the ground looked like cracked skin. There was a dry taste of grit in our mouths and the sound of small children and babies crying but the lack of water made it hurt even more. All the trees were dead and all the grass had gone. I dreamed of a drop of rain or some sort of miracle happening.

The clothes that we had to wear were old clothes and tattered shirts, had-me downs and from an old dumpster.

All the villagers had to share the water that they had left, the water was green and stagnant it was so old and smelt like swamps ought to smell. It was like living in a hell on earth except the fiery overlord is the sun. People didn't want to look up in the sky because if you did the sun would probably burn your eyes out.

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There wasn't a cloud in the sky. We all decided to make sure we had no pets because we would have to give them water too and it would be a waste. When you walked outside the ground would melt the bottom of your shoes.

We all have no money and are forced to live in wooden houses, which are like an oven that tries to cook us during the night. The one chance that we had was if a water pipe that ran through our village burst.

I nearly got to the stage that I was going to kill someone so me and my family could have a drink. The ground had loads of old bones on it from the animals that we used to keep but were forced to eat and leave out on the street some of the bones we used for tools and weapons.

I was just sitting in my hut when I heard a loud bang, a hissing sound and then a roar of screams coming from outside. I got up to take a look when I saw that the pipe had burst and water was gushing out everywhere. I grabbed all my pots and pans, anything I could get water in. I managed to find a gap to get the water, squeezed in and tried to get as much as I could for me and my family.

It was like a sudden rush of fortune and we all had become millionaires. Some described it as silver rushing out of the pipe. I started to get a shiver up my spine from the coldness of the water. Children ripped their clothes off to play in the water whilst their parents tried to soak up water with their clothes to drip it in their mouths. This was a miracle from God none the less.

When I put my face I the water I felt enlightened and that nothing could go wrong. It tasted like heaven ought to taste, smelt like heaven ought to smell and felt like heaven ought to feel. When I had a look around I noticed that people were fighting each other just to get some water. There were people using all different types of containers like brass, copper, aluminium and plastic buckets to collect the water.

The water started to stop coming out of the pipe and we all started to come into a panic. This was the last chance we had to get water from the shrinking puddles. As the last drops of water evaporated we all try to get back to our houses and store all are water away and hide from everyone else.

I looked around at the slightly moist ground and realised that we wasted a lot of the water playing about in it and when it all evaporated off the ground. We had collected less that a tenth of the water that came out. We had this gift from god and we through it in his face by fighting and killing each other instead of acting like the big family we once were.

When all the people had gone I notice some people had been stampeded, got stuck at the bottom of the crowd and drowned in the very thing we thought was saving our lives. Which got me thinking what was going to happen when we run out of water again? We will be in the same position we were in before. So was it really a gift from god like I thought or was it a curse from the deepest pits of hell.