It started with a drop.
Rain pounding on the windows of the house, trailing down the glass, leaving watery fingers in their wake.
It cleansed the world. Washing away the dirt and ashes from stores, cars, everything.
It was only supposed to last a day.
By the time the digital clock flipped to midnight on my bedside table, the rain had only gotten worse.
The musical pattering against the rooftop of my house sung me to sleep.
Night. After night. After night.
I remembered staring out at the darkened sky from my striped mattress in cotton pajamas, waiting for the sky to stop. School had been cancelled that day. They expected it to start up the day after, and then the week after.
Except it never did.
I haven't seen the tiled halls of my high school since the rain started.
It flooded everything: the streets, the grocery stores, the houses. And just as the ocean was coming up to swallow the people....it stopped. Just before I would be walking through a stream every time I got out of bed; just before they evacuated Manhattan and other coastal cities.
Everyone rejoiced. They screamed, threw their fists in the air, yelled to the world that they would survive, the same world that was trying to flush them out. They shouted in victory. School was scheduled to start again. People were planning to go to work again. The world was ready to re-build. Scientists conducted official studies of the natural disaster, giving it a name, trying to explain where all the water had come from.
Everyone had been so distracted by their own joy that they didn't notice the innocent flakes of snow coming down on their heads.
They didn't notice until it was too late.
White powder drifting through the air, the same way rain had fallen for the past month. Ice frosting the curbs, snow covering everything in a light sheet of white.
The time in between rain and snow had merely been the eye of the storm.
And the worst part? The storm wasn't done. The rain was only the prequel, the opening statement, the introduction. The worst was yet to come and still is.
It started snowing six months ago.
It hasn't stopped snowing since.
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