Big, fat flakes were driven in circles and horizontal lines by the wind.

When he looked out the window after he got up, there were a few fat flakes drifting around, but nothing serious.

He had to keep blinking the fat flakes from his eyes.

It was snowing, the fat flakes ticking against the glass.

He does not wear a cloak, despite the fat flakes of late winter or early spring snow that drift past him.

When the first fat flakes began falling, they were already in difficulty.

With that, the first fat flake struck my cheek.

Outside snow began to fall in large fat flakes.

I stuck out my tongue and caught a fat flake.

At dusk the wind died down and the wisps of snow gave way to fat white flakes.