A morning narrative
I woke up, turned over in bed, and looked out the window to see precipitation falling.
...Fairly immediately I realized that if I could see it without my glasses or contacts, it meant it was snowing large fluffy flakes.
"What, seriously?" I said aloud.
Then I thought, "You know, if you're expecting Seattle to respond 'April Fools!' and immediately change to weather more appropriate for April, I'm afraid you're probably out of luck."