Because it moves in like a bad love affair Drifting down in ardent white sighs Smoothing over the entire world Only to crust overnight And turn to dirty slush At the first sign of day [...] Because, finally, Snow becomes our disappointment in God What begins in ornate flakes Inimitable, divine Ends in wet socks and pratfalls In human grumbling over why there is mud on the carpet And who will shovel the walk --Steve Almond, from "Why I Hate Snow"
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