“Mmm…” Jessica took in a deep breath, smiling. “Caleb, listen to the hail pounding on the roof. Isn’t it relaxing?”

Caleb took a peek outside, and gasped. “Jess…that’s no hail.”

Jessica rushed to the window and was met with a slightly disturbing sight. Potatoes fell from the greying sky. Baked potatoes, raw potatoes, potato chips, potato chunks, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, fingerling potatoes…they all were quickly coating the ground with a layer of chunky goodness.

“Wait…who’s that?” Jessica could barely make out the form of a person in the potato-rain that was occuring. They stood outside, a helmet protecting them from any brain damage that could occur from a well-placed potato raindrop.

“Get your helmet, a plastic storage tub, and your phone.” Caleb said, hopping up from the window seat and running to his room to retrieve protective gear. There was no way he was going outside without proper precautions. Jessica gave him a nod and went downstairs to get what he asked her to.

They both met on the front porch, the sound of potatoes hitting grass, roofs, asphalt, and concrete drowning out anything they tried to say without raising their voices to extreme levels. Several houses on the street had broken windows where particularily forceful potatoes had landed.

“LET’S GO!” Jessica shouted over the deafening roar of the potato-rain and opening the camera app on her phone to record the phenomenon. Caleb gave her a thumbs up, and the two advanced with the tub held aloft over their heads. Potatoes torrented down on them, but they moved onwards with confidence.

As they approached the figure, they could see that there were more of them. The group wore a shade of blue that could be described as dark and muted, and they stood with their arms stretched out wide, as if they were welcoming the glorious potato-rain.

“Who are they?” Jessica mouthed. Caleb held up a finger, and took out his phone. A few seconds later a text came into her phone that simply read

“Tumblrians.”