One Long Mission

Summer Showers

One thing that a person should never forget about while living in Michi no Sato was that the weather was fickle. It should have been readily apparent, as these things go, that it being summer wouldn't magically make it all stop being confusing. What it did cause it to be was warmer.

If one were fair, they could point out that there had been a few weeks of calmer weather, and if one ignored the erratic personalized weather of the month previous it had actually been rather pleasant. It was unlikely that any newcomers would care to hear of the argument presented in this fashion, and would likely indicate the far more recent miniature twisters that had plagued the village instead. Clearly, not everyone was willing to be placated with the comfortable temperature during that week.

None of that held a candle to the confused muddle that was being gifted to the village at present however. It was warm, pleasant even, and somehow, the snow coming down from the sky simply wasn't melting, building up on the ground in unmistakably icy drifts that came no higher than an adult's ankle.

During the day that is.

At night things were decidedly more hazardous, with the warmer weather lending itself to the balmy, almost humid, darkness where snow transformed into hail, and the temperature actually affected the snow from the daylight hours to turn it to proper rain. Added to the rather painful balls of ice, it seemed that the snow that had fallen during the day was in the process of icing over.

All of this was in spite of the season, though the locals seemed to find nothing strange about it.

The villagers, of course, were more than happy to once again sell their wood based umbrellas to anyone who had missed the last wave of hail that had swept the village, and were, as always, filled with advice on how to tackle yet another anomaly of their special village.