It’s my 12th December in Washington, and for a dozen years, I’ve wished for enough snow at the holidays to make it feel festive. (It’s the only time of year I want it to snow. Otherwise, I’ll pass, thanks.) For 11 years, Mother Nature has declined to play along. This year, though? The one where I have a huge trip looming and really need to get stuff done? When I have a list of tasks and errands as long as my arm? Yeah. This is the year for snowmageddon.
And it seems as if this may, in fact, be for real. I am generally skeptical of winter storm threats around here — with very few exceptions, they tend to lead to very little. This storm, however, started three hours early, is sticking (to the grass, sidewalks, and roads), and has what the northeasterner in me knows is the danger sign: tiny, tiny snowflakes. The forecasts are calling for 12 to 24 inches, and, well, it looks like it could happen.
Wanna know the best part? We might get thundersnow, which, if you’ve never experienced it, is the weirdest damn weather you’ll ever see. It’s exactly what it sounds like… a thunderstorm, but while it’s snowing. Like I said, snowmageddon. *
* alternate terms include “snowpocalypse” and “snOMG,” because what’s the fun of a giant storm if you can’t give it a silly name?