Observation #2
Faction
This is not a part two. Since it’s been a while, here’s the reason.
The wind didn’t bring rain, only dust which felt to be left by a thunderstorm. It was fine and cold (I always thought fine particles were cold). The weather app told me it’d be ‘haze’ the next morning with low precipitation, but I predicted otherwise with the confidence of being on Earth for how many years I have. A thunderstorm, I predicted.
The night was filled with the dry ‘sounds of a windy town,’ as I called it. The loose tin roofs of abandoned houses flickered, and the trees bent so much that the branches should have snapped.
And a few cries mixed with the sound. It was past midnight, and it’d have been unusual for any human to be out in that wind, let alone a cry from the streets. I of course couldn’t make out all the details, but it was a man standing outside his house, begging to get in. Was he drunk? Was he a dickhead? Probably both, as they usually come in pairs, but nevertheless, they were valid cries. He was on the verge of getting all into the crying and accepting the street as shelter. What could have happened in that house? You could probably guess, and the trivialities of your guess are as good as mine.
He had attached a name to his begs. His coarse, deep voice uttered a young girl’s name; definitely, it was his daughter. He might have nothing to do with her, but the young are the most gullible.
I would assume there were good reasons for not letting him in. And of course, I wasn’t the only one who heard those cries. Soon enough, I heard other voices which were less emotional, more authoritative. Neighbours, I thought. Because they didn’t shout, their voices were easily muffled by the wind. The sounds were orders, pushing an agreement where the concerned family wasn’t happy, but a residential street must be civil.
The next morning, I realised I hadn’t been on Earth for long enough—it wasn’t raining, but the wind was still there. I thought I’d get to hear of it without enquiring, but nothing came. I went on with my next prediction that it’d rain by the night.
It didn’t rain till the fourth night when it wasn’t windy at all.