The first drop was refreshing. It was a cool relief from the oppressive heat. It invigorated me, each drop replenishing my energy.

More drops fell. They acted like cats in water, hissing as they touched the warm pavement.

After awhile there was no warmth left to cool. No sun left to block.

Yet it continued to drop. The ease it had once caused had ended.

The clouds got darker. The sky cried harsher. It screamed and thrashed. Its tears solidified into ice crystals.

Rather than rejoicing, people were complaining.

“When will it end?”

It seemed to spite them, carrying on for days. Days turned to weeks as time inched forward.

The question remained. When will it end?


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