This was particularly fortunate (and noticeable) during the candlelight vigil for homelessness awareness that Trevor and I attended at a local park. Had it been raining, we would have been soaked to the bone. Instead we were covered with snow by the end of the hour-long event. Throughout the service, my candle hissed as fat snowflakes hit the open flame; meanwhile, I had to keep brushing the snow off of my nose. It certainly made me realize how terrible it must be to be homeless (our homeless population often ends up living in tents) in this area in the winter.
Tomorrow's forecast has now switched from a day full of rain to just a few hours of rain, with snow following. I plan on wearing my other snow sweater to again show my support of my favorite form of precipitation.