“Pretend you’re making snow angels,” I whisper to my little brother. “It’s just like in the winter when you close your eyes and lay down, but this time it’s not cold!”
“I don’t want to,” he whimpers.
“It will be over so fast,” I say. He squeezes his eyes tight and grabs my hand. The roar in the distance is louder now. “Close your eyes and stick out your tongue.” The planes come overhead and the rain starts to fall. “Just like snow angels. Stick out your tongue and pretend it’s just snow.”