Descriptive Essay About Snow

When people are on winter break, most want to go out and play in the snow, but who knew that the snow could be one's worst nightmare when stubbornness comes into play. Most people go out on an enjoyable snow-white day to sled down snowy hills and fling semi-hard snowballs at each other. No one would think that maybe sledding down the snowy hills could be so dangerous when they are having fun, and trying to show off. I certainly did not think that it was dangerous, but boy was I so wrong. Normally being a Los Angeles girl, going up to Big Bear is such an amazing experience, because down in the Los Angeles region it does not snow at all. However, I was not ready to face what was slowly going to change me in the mountains of California.

In 1888 on a Thursday afternoon 235 people were killed by a blizzard on their way home from school. Taking place in the Northwest Plains region of the United States the blizzard came without a warning temperature went down 100 degrees in a 24 hour. On a Thursday afternoon, a day before the storm it was unusually warm from Montana east to the Dakotas and south to Texas. Then suddenly within a couple hours the Arctic air that came from Canada went South. In North Dakota temperatures went forty degrees below zero. High winds and heavy snow came with the storm which caused terrible conditions. In rural areas adults working on farms and children coming home from school were the ones who were mostly affected by the blizzard. A schoolteacher in Pawnee

When I finally understood that she was referring to the snow, laughter loosened my once tightly furrowed brow. Having lived in Minnesota my entire life, snow was more than familiar to me. In Spanish, I did my best to describe the infamously cold winter weather of the United States Midwest.

Not even a little bit. I mean, growing up in Texas, you just don’t ever expect to.

Christmas Eve, and it is still obscure, and still a blizzard outside. All that lit our petite home was a small wooden stove that was positioned next to the window. The wooden stove was sweltering bright and clear. It was a teeny

“Who back East or down South could have conceived of a land where the temperature could fall eighteen degrees in just three minutes?” the author stated. (Laskin, 39) This actually occurred in the nation’s history. It is somewhat expected to have some days where one has to bring a light jacket for later in the day because it is predicted to get cooler. “Who would have guessed that farmers and school children could start their days in shirtsleeves, without heavy overcoats, only to experience wind chills that night that were forty degrees below zero?” the author wrote. (Laskin, 39) The people who had to endure the freakish drop of temperature and monster of a blizzard definitely did not predict any of this could ever happen. Had the people been

Three years ago, what I thought was only supposed to be any other November night, turned into a blizzard that made headlines all over Northwest Kansas, specifically affecting Colby and Atwood, leaving us with over 20 inches of thick, heavy snow (Newton). It piled up against houses, and blocked roads. The snow fell fast and it fell

Alma woke up that morning to the sight of gently falling snow outside her bedroom window. Delighted, she saw a blanket of white draped over the neighborhood below, creating a charming winter wonderland scene.

As a fifth grader living in Houston, it was surely an exciting day. However, I came to expect the same thing to happen every year, or more often at least. Years passed by and no snow has fallen since that day, but why? Even though snow is highly unlikely in Houston, it still made me wonder about the reasons if its unlikeliness.

The snow hadn't let up in days, and it showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. Arthur Kirkland,

It was early spring in New Conway, yet there was snow. We aren’t used to snow as much in Missouri, but out there in New Conway, it was a winter wonderland every single day. The small grains of snow sparkled in the bright, gleaming sun. My family, laced up their laces and clomped out the doors with their enormous long and somewhat heavy feet.

As I begin my nightly preparation to go snowboarding at wolf creek ski a place that claims to get “The most snow in Colorado” I am ecstatic to go to a place that feels like my back yard. I work part time as a snowboard instructor which gives me the glory of getting a free season pass. Tomorrow is my day off which I love to freeride and be me. As I prepare I get my gear ready gloves, beanie, and snow pants and jacket, but more importantly my snowboard and my boots. I check the weather eager to expect fresh powder on a cool December day. As I am checking the weather the forecast calls for snowstorm weather warning, which as a snowboarder it feels like a gift that was sent from the sky as if the snow gods had answered my wish. To bed I go to get rest for a long day ahead of me.

heard that it was possible for us to get a snow day but before I went to bed I saw it wasn't even snowing so I figured we wouldn't have one. I looked out my window and saw it was super windy and snowing very hard. I got super excited since I couldn't even seen my neighbors house. Usually if we couldn't see that it meant we had a snow day. I pulled the news on my phone to check if we had a snow. First thing I saw was that over a hundred schools had one! Surely we would be one of them. I scrolled down to the bottom since Zeeland is always at the bottom. “What” I yelled inside my head. “How on earth do we not have a snow day” I thought to myself.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.