As in it's raining now, but the foreguess calls for falling temps and the development of the fluffy white stuff, later. And tonight. And tomorrow.
Or so they fondly hope; after all, nobody likes being wrong ALL the time.
That's the weather (snow) we should be having. It's almost a tradition to receive one to two feet of snow around Thanksgiving Day ... this rain just makes ice on the frozen streets, so it's nobody's friend. Schools remain closed, and everyone else deals with icy intersections, slick driveways, and treacherous parking lots.
Yay!
Psalm 22:27-28: “All the ends of the world shall remember and turn to the Lord, and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee. For the kingdom is the Lord's, and he ruleth among the nations.”
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