So last night was your average Friday night here in the Porter household. Being that it was a Friday, Harry is allowed to stay up a little later than usual. We even let him pick out a movie to watch and he (not surprisingly) chose “Batman Begins”. I’d purchased an at-home hair painting/highlighting kit earlier in the day and had asked Kile to do the painting for me (since he’s far better at that sort of thing than I am). Believe it or not, that is a pretty normal Friday night for us.

I waited my twenty minutes before going upstairs to hop in the shower and wash the gunk out. After I turned the shower on, I heard a loud rumble. For a moment, I thought it might be “Batman Begins” playing on the home theater system downstairs. It’s pretty loud and has been known to rattle the walls a time or two. But somehow the rumble sounded different. Closer, somehow. I decided it might have been thunder. A little late in the season for a thunderstorm, but not unheard of. I knew a storm was moving in too, so thunder was a reasonable guess. I decided to go to the bedroom window and see if it was raining and if I could catch a lightning strike.

I saw the pavement looked wet and figured it had rained after all. I checked the streetlight down at the foot of the cul de sac, as that’s our standard barometer at night for finding out if it’s raining or not. And I’ll be danged, it did look like it was doing something. But… that didn’t look like RAIN. It looked more like SNOW. I checked the streetlight up the cul de sac and saw the same thing. Huh. Since I was still dressed, I ran downstairs to check it out up close and in person.

I saw Harrison sticking his head out the backdoor. He said he’d heard something that sounded like thunder too. “Hey, it’s snowing!” he said. “No way,” Kile replied from his recliner. Because, duh, this is September. It doesn’t snow in SEPTEMBER. I went out the front door and indeed was confronted with some fairly abundant snowfall Wet, but snow nonetheless. I had to take a picture. That sort of thing just doesn’t happen every day. I mean, this is Reno. And it’s September. It just doesn’t snow in September.

Apparently? It does.