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"