Snow?

I bet it'll look cute, floating on the big rain puddles in my back yard--pardon me, "backyard." The "frontyard" doesn't have any puddles.

But there are a couple in the east sideyard.
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12:00 noon: Well, it's falling. I should have had more faith. Snow in January. Across the street, two guys and a dog are just standing out there in it, looking beatific.