The day was cool and gray, the sky spitting light snow every so often.

By the time Eve left the station to head home, the sky was miserably spitting snow.

It began to spit snow again, and the wind picked up.

She was still spitting snow from her mouth when something struck her on the back of the neck.

She spit snow out as she kicked and struggled to get away.

Then we had made love, and outside it was spitting snow from a dull gray December sky.

The moon was gone and it had begun to spit snow.

But there had been no sunlight today, and even as he reached the drugstore it began to spit snow again.

Gray clouds above them began to spit snow fitfully.

The sky was now spitting snow occasionally, with a promise of more substantial amounts soon to come.