It started with a drop.
Rain. Pounding down upon the windows of the house. Drops trailing down the glass, slowly at first.
Then more. At a quicker pace.
Cleansing the world. Washing away the dirt and ashes from houses, cars, humans, everything.
It was supposed to only last a day.
By the time the digital clock flipped to midnight on my bedside table, the rain had only gotten worse.
The constant musical pattering against the rooftop of my house accompanied 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 rain to stop. School had been cancelled that day. They were expecting it to start up again the day after, and then the week after.
Except it never did.
I haven't even seen the tiled halls of my high school since before the rain started.
It flooded. It flooded everything: the streets, the basements, the houses. And just as the ocean was coming up to swallow the people....it just stopped. Just before I would be walking through a stream every time I got out of bed. Just before they were planning on evacuating coastal areas.
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 screamed in victory, and happiness, and school was scheduled to start again, people were planning to go to work again. The world was prepared to start up again after all the worldwide flooding. Scientists were even making official studies of the natural disaster, giving it a name, trying to explain where all the water had been able to come from in the first place, and how it all had happened.
Everyone was so distracted by their own happiness, that they didn't even notice the innocent flakes of snow coming down on their heads.
They didn't even notice until it was too late.
White powder drifting through the air, the same way rain had fallen for the past month. Ice frosting on 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 was that 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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