As I led Adela, well wrapped in furs, down the steps to put her into the carriage, I felt by the wind, and saw by the sky, that a snowstorm was at hand. This set my heart beating with delight, for after all I am only what my friends call me – an old boy; and so I am still very fond of snow and wind. Of course this pleasure is often modified by the recollection that it is to most people no pleasure, and to some a source of great suffering. But then I recover myself by thinking, that I did not send for the snow, and that my enjoyment of it will neither increase their pains nor lessen my sympathies. And so I enjoy it again with all my heart.
(George MacDonald, from Adela Cathcart, ch. IV.)
About 9:40 p.m. the precipitation started here: pea-sized hail, lots of lightening. No rain; it’s 28 degrees. The storm has begun! The puzzle is on the dining table, the teapot is hot, thankfully power and lights are on, the anticipation is glorious.