A snow shower is a terribly misleading term, even if it is the technically correct term for today’s weather.  A shower suggests a gentle, passing bit of rain with little wind.  Thanks to Chaucer, it tends to be irrevocably associated with April.  Yet, snow showers have none of his floral, April life promising virtue.  Here in early winter snow showers come racing across the hills; the light blue sky suddenly turning gray, the pines black against the crest.  The clouds promise wind-shear and turbulence, their edges cut and sharp, puzzle pieces of cloud on a blue board.  Sunlight as the cloud moves east, bright beneath the shadow.  These are squalls, gales, flurries, all words suggesting the wind, not showers.

Isn’t English fun?