It was an eerie morning, clouds looked heavy, dark, nature was ready to lighten its load.
The town already had heavy snowfall for weeks, the weatherman feared if it starts to rain, there will be disaster, the roofs of the houses would cave in because of all the snow piled up on top, the owners were warned they must clear the snow from the roofs before the rainfall.
Almost everyone knew what it means to have rain on top of snow, Marcus was aware of it too, he was old and weak, he could not go up to clear the snow, he waited patiently to have some kind of miracle to save him from getting swallowed up by the snow, the roof, the deluge.
He sat in one corner of his house and prayed to God to save him, he did not have the strength to do anything, he dozed off while praying, he dreamed an angel was talking to him, “do not be scared the voice said, I am here to save you.”
He opened his eyes, found himself in a cozy bed,someone was talking to him, it was the voice of a little girl, “Dear Marcus my Dad saved you and brought you to our house, you should not be afraid any more, from now on we all will take care of you!”