"And along in the Summer, when you have suffered about four months of lustrous, pitiless sunshine, you are ready to go down on your knees and plead for rain--hail--snow--thunder and lightning--anything to break the monotony-- you will take an earthquake, if you cannot do any better. And the chances are that you'll get it, too."
Roughing It, Chapter 56, by Mark Twain
This is not a complaint about the weather. I missed the snow, and would rather have it than an earthquake.
That said... we've had a bit of snow.