In Wisconsin that is what we call flurries. When I was 15 years old I took the train to Chicago to take my Amateur Radio license in snow like that. Fifteen minutes into the test they told my they were closing and I had to leave. I went to one of the museums nearby and got 15 minutes into it when the corralled me and said I had to leave since they were closing. At least they didn't stop the trains or I would have been in big trouble.