“Don’t snow. Don’t snow. Don’t snow.” Pressed close to the living room window, Jada’s chant fogged the glass as she stared up at the cloud covered sky.
The forecast said otherwise, but she was convinced a storm was on its way, if for no other reason but to punish her for not liking the coming season. The house sat back far enough on the property, shoveling wasn’t practical. It made snowfall particularly troublesome. Thankfully their retired neighbor, Clyde took pity on them and plowed their