Fine snow had blown in across the floor and over the bed.

But only the snow and wind blew into the room.

Snow was blowing straight out of the west into his face.

The snow blew in our faces so we could hardly see.

The snow was still blowing in from the west, slow and lazy.

The idea is that snow and ice will blow right through without drifting.

Snow blew across the runway, but the sky was clear.

Snow blew against the side of my face, and I put a gloved hand up.

But there we were, standing with the snow blowing all around us.

Quentin stopped just outside the glass front door, the snow blowing around him.