Snow is great, snow is great.

Why is it that when it snows, people get angry?  Should we not be frollicking and engaging in gay merriment as the first snow fall of the year commences?  One would think so but last week, after the first dusting of the season, which promptly melted, Facebook was filled with the horrors of my friends and aquaintences at the adaucity of the heavens to release snow before Halloween.   

I am forced to ask, if such a common occurance can bring such misery and professed annoyance to people, how is it that anyone lives up in this part of the world?

Let is snow, let is snow, let is snow, or rain, or hail, or shine sun.