They are the only ones that make me mad. I am the only one who is this infuriated. Five billion detested snowflakes with flaky whims and white powder. Five billion invaders amongst many. Five billion plus fell from the sky. From my room, I can see them. My family says I need to calm down.

Their ability to irritate is evident. They fall freely in spring-time. They keep falling and covering the ground with their blinding white bodies. This is how they invade.

Let one melt and leave us alone, they’d all melt like a popsicle in the summer sun, each melting into each other. Melt, melt, melt they say while I smile. They leave.

When I am too peeved and too angry to keep watching, when I am vibrating from the rage, I look away from the snowflakes. When there is multiple distractions to keep me busy. Five billion who fell despite spring-time. Five billion who keep coming along without hesitation. Five billion whose only purpose is to fall and enrage.