Falling snow does indeed make a sound.
Many years, back in the flow of time, I decided to take a solo backpacking trip in snowy winter. As a challenge or perhaps an escape.
The first two days were devoid of snow. But the second night had the feel of impending snow as I bedded down.
Middle of the night I suddenly was awakened. What was it? I quickly took stock: a bear coming to call? a small critter out of its burrow, foraging for scant resources?
Then I realized the fall of snow on my tent was what had awakened me! Many years gone from my northern growing up years, I eagerly zipped open the tent and shined a tiny flashlight on the majesty of freshly fallen snow!
Thanks for your beautifully written story that brought this to mind.