The rain starts to pitter-patter every house's rooftop. Pit-pat, begins the steady rhythm. Then it begins to grow to something loud. Something frightening.

"Molly, it's snowing!" a petite red headed girl shouted down the hall.
There was a small (and painfully loud) joyus shreik from the other room and another redheaded girl of perhaps five burst out. She rushed past her sister with her firey curls flying out behind her.