What do you think of this story? (Also need help with a grammar issue!!)?

Hi, this is a clip of the beginning of a story I've made and was wondering what your opinion on it would be. Sorry if it's a little long. Enjoy! (Hopefully).





PROLOGUE


“Hey, Hun! Look out the window! Is that what I think it is?”


The man’s hand froze as he grasped the cold metal of the door knob. The sudden and rapid loss of heat caused a shudder to run up his arm and down his spine. With just a simple rotation of that seemingly harmless handle, the man would be thrust into yet another miserably bleak and freezing wintery day. The problem was, the calendar hanging over the kitchen countertop read, oddly, July 7th.


With his left hand, the man rubbed both of his eyelids; he couldn’t believe the sight.


“I think… I think it’s snow! What in the hell? Honey, come down here, quick! It’s snowing! Oh my God, it’s snowing in Phoenix, of all places!”


A loud thumping resounded through the quiet, old, suburban house as the man’s wife rushed down the carpeted stairs in her pink, fuzzy pajamas. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair, a mess as it was, and her baggy, weary eyes, exhausted as they were, still took the man’s breath away. He couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful wife.


“Jesus, John, you sound like it’s the end of the world! Where is it? Show me.”


He waved her over, “Alright, come here, take a look. See it falling from the sky? I know, it’s kind of hard to see, but it’s there, Ashley, look! It’s there, snow in Phoenix, for Christ’s sake!”


Ashley’s tired, yet vibrant eyes squinted as she strained to look through the iced-over window for the tell-tale sign of white flecks falling from the dark and cloudy vastness above their heads.


She shook her head. “John, I think the weather and the long hours are getting to your head. It’s just another grey day, there’s not a flake of snow in the sk—.”


Then she saw it.


There, just about a foot and a half away from the kitchen window, was a small white speck, drifting lazily down towards its un-avertable destination.


“Oh my God…” The words barely escape her mouth as a whisper. She was in dismay.


“See? I’m not crazy, huh? Can you believe it? Freezing cold and snowing in one of the hottest hell holes in America. This is unbelievable.”


For a minute, the couple stood in place perplexed, hypnotized. The drop of frozen water finally came to a standstill against the pane of their window. Then, John turned to his wife and kissed her gingerly, savoring the sweet scent of her perfume and the tender embrace of her arms. He was home, with the one person he would risk his life for. Nothing else mattered in that moment.


Then, as quickly as the moment had come, they broke apart to say their daily good-byes.


“I’ll be back around five. Don’t bother fixing up any dinner; I’m taking us out tonight. Something special. It’ll be a surprise.”


Ashley gave him a playful smile. “Always the charmer, even after eighteen years of marriage.”


John’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Oh, damn, I thought we were in the twenties at least.” Ashley rolled her eyes as he continued, “I guess that’s what marriage does to you, though. It drags out the time and makes everything seem longer than it is. Kind of like when you’re bored and have nothing to do.”


She slugged him in the arm, hard, as he started to laugh.


Ashley scoffed. “And always the joker, even after seventeen years of therapy.”


John retorted, “I can see that some of it’s beginning to rub off on you.”


They exchanged smiles, his jovial, hers a show of disbelief mixed with ecstasy, and John leaned in to kiss her once more before he turned the knob of the front door of their Phoenix home and walked out to combat the oncoming storm.


He turned right and walked along the sidewalk which, by then, had become barely traversable due to the ice that had accumulated over the night. The sun, a ray of white-yellow light, struggled to shine through the dense cloud cover. But even so, the effect that it had on the town was dazzling.


Roads, lawns, and roofs glowed with a luminescent splendor as the sun reflected off of the icy asphalt, grass, and shingles. Cloudy as it was, John thought that it had never been brighter or clearer in all his time in Phoenix. The town emanated with a feeling of happiness, or perhaps that was just him. The entire scene made him feel wonderful inside; that one moment, walking the streets of Phoenix with snow falling and the sun beaming upon him, made all of life’s struggles worth living for. This was life. This was amazing.


John turned his gaze before him now as dozens of suburban doors began opening to welcome the foreign weather. Little children, while still in their pajamas and barefooted, ran into the streets and danced around without a care in the world. John cut a corner when he spotted four youngsters holding hands in a circle, spinning around with their heads held high up to the sky. As he neared them, one boy, a white, red-head, slipped on the ice and tumbled onto his friend, a black boy,What do you think of this story? (Also need help with a grammar issue!!)?
I love this!! Its amazing!! i truly enjoyed it, you have great talent. Keep going because this is great! And I'm not just saying that. haha.