The Wallflower Flurry

You are one of a light, gentle flurry that shows up, dusts the rooftops, and is politely gone by lunchtime with no fuss whatsoever. You don't need a name from the weather service or six perfect arms; you just wanted a quiet little moment on someone's mitten. Small, soft, unbothered, and secretly the coziest snowfall anyone actually remembers fondly.