The Sun Changed Colour

In Fatima, which is in Portugal, it rained, and it rained, and it rained. The ground was muddy. People’s shoes were muddy. People’s clothes were soaked through. But they didn’t go home. They just waited. Their eyes were fixed on three kneeling children.

The children had said that there would be a miracle at midday, on that day, October 13, 1917. Most people’s watches said that it was 1:30, but the miracle hadn’t happened yet. People started to get angry. They had come a long way. The children’s parents started to worry. Thousands of annoyed people are not a very pleasant sight, especially near one’s own field. But the children stayed calm. They believed that a miracle would happen. But nothing happened.

It rained some more. The ground got muddier, and people wetter. The crowd grew angrier. The parents grew more worried. And the children stayed just as calm. Nothing happened. Then, some people started worrying that they would catch pneumonia. The parents worried that the crowd would kill the children. The children didn’t worry about anything. Nothing happened.

Then, something happened. The sun changed colour, becoming silver so that people could look at it easily. Then, it started spinning in the sky. After that, it looked like things were about to go horribly wrong. The sun started falling.

The crowd screamed and said their prayers. The parents had no idea what was happening. The children stayed calm. Then, the sun returned to its usual place in the sky. The rain had stopped. People’s clothes were dry. The crowd was happy. The parents were happy. The children, Lucia, Francisco, and Jacinta, were happiest of all.