"Mom, it's raining stones outside, and I have bruises all over," Jules exclaimed as she entered the house, holding her head and examining her arms.
Curious, her Mom asked, "Raining stones? In sunny California?" She quickly looked out the window and saw a hailstorm.
The wind was forcefully throwing ice balls, creating a sound similar to throwing stones when they hit the ground.
"Oh my, I never thought I'd see this kind of weather on our side of the country. And to think I pay high taxes for sunny days! This must be due to Global Warming," she fumed.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the arrival of the weather. It can mean any kind of weather event meteorological or mythological. Is the weather personified, random, or calculating? Where does it arrive? Is it typical or epoch-changing? Who is involved? And if the Womam Who Doesn’t Want Red Hair shows up, well, ask her what’s happening. Go where the prompt leads!
1 comment:
Taxes won't keep the stronger weather patterns at bay.
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