It rained glasses!
The day started with everyone busy. The fresh air filled the room, and we were ready for the day. It was the day we were marrying my sister off. With that in mind, everyone was tasked with being dressed to their best. The day the bride price was going to be paid. Unlike any other ceremony where people come with their own big cars, we opted for a motorcycle.
“This was crazy, right?” Who uses a motorcycle on such a day, the day people have been waiting for so long? Off we took on our journey, each of us on a motorcycle, racing like we were running to finish a marathon while our dresses billowed like flags in the wind. While in the middle of the highway, it started raining, and every person ran to shelter in different buildings nearby. Tell me why even people who were driving in cars ran to shelter while we were on motorcycles were just there, not moving but just standing there, waiting for the rains to stop for us to continue with the journey.
For nearly an hour, there was rainfall—ordinary ones. For some time it waited, and then there was the cool rain instead of normal rainfall. It was a rain of glass. Yes, glasses! Jagged pieces of glass tumbled down from above like huge crystal flakes. They were not just floating down slowly, as they were moving down with great force and hitting the surface of the earth with fearsomeness. The air was thick with the sound of glass being broken like a…
