Snow in Texas

I wrote this awhile ago. It's about the snow we had in Texas!

    The rain spilled on the roof. It was only rain. Not the snow I had prayed for. The tempter continued to drop outside. The rain continued to fall.

"It' snowing!" one of my brother's yelled. I looked out my bathroom window again. It wasn't snowing.

"It's only sleet," answered my dad. I continued to get ready for church watching the sleet every once and a while. My siblings continued the conversation. Calling false alarms. Then my oldest little sibling called.

"It is snowing! I saw some flakes." I stared out the window. The sleet still fell. A few flakes fell now and then. I had seen real snow but few times in my life so I was unsure if the figure was snow.

"That's not snow," I answered. "It's sleet." They continued to protest that it was snow. I had pulled myself from the window and continued to get ready.

"It is snow!" they called again.

"No it isn't!" I called back dumbly.

"Are you kidding?" called a sibling. "That is snow!"

"It is snow!" came my father's voice. 

I walked to the front door this time. Where they stood. It was snow. Lightly it fell to the ground and then melted away. Some fell in the unmoving puddles of water from the previous rain and melted quickly. I walked outside with many of my siblings. I held out my hand to receive the flakes. They melted also. The snow then continued to fall harder. The white filled the air with its magic. It was magical. Magical for Texas. It continued to pick up and continued to fall. It did not leave much of a mark on the ground but it still came persistently. It delayed our arrival at church for obvious reasons. It is not every day, nor every year in which snow falls in Texas.