The snow is falling, the snow is falling

Normally by the time I get outside the snow has stopped falling and I'm left with simply jumping around in the powder. However, this morning I had the best of both worlds. After breakfast, the snow was still coming down in a waterfall of white crystals. The wind was gusting and the snowflakes seemed like treasures from the sky. It resembled a scene from one of those old Frank Capra holiday movies that papa always wants us to watch but maman refuses to let on the DVD player.