Well, it was more like a pellet of snow. It landed on the windshield as we pulled up at the house after church, and promptly melted. I saw one or two more farther away, but it wasn't enough to even be considered "flurries." If we were talking meteors, I would call it a "sporadic."
Yesterday I mowed the lawn. This morning I picked a tomato. A week or so ago we were running the air conditioner.
"We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true."
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