An Open Letter to Those Wishing We Were Getting Snow Instead of Rain
Dear Snow Lovers,
No. Just no.
I’m seeing the posts all over my social feeds of people who are upset because the storm that is about to hit the SouthCoast is going to be rain and not snow.
Right now, that storm is developing into a bomb cyclone that is going to dump blizzard conditions and in some places up to four feet of snow across the Midwest.
We’re lucky enough here that we’re getting out of it with some strong winds and a few inches of rain. It’ll be a rough storm for sure, and potential power outages and gusts of 65 miles per hour are no fun with all the holiday decorations out there. Still, we should consider ourselves fortunate.
Whenever this happens, when a snowstorm hits another area hard and we here on the SouthCoast dodge the bullet, there are those of you who will always post how sad they are that we’re not getting hammered by a blizzard and dealing with three feet of snow.
“I just want one good storm!”
“Why can’t we ever get snow like that?”
“I love snow so much and we NEVER get the big storms.”
Stop. Please. You sound ridiculous.
The only people who love snow that much are the plow drivers who see it as money falling from the sky – and I’m sure even they would rather be with their families in the days leading up to Christmas.
I used to say the only people who love it that much are the plow drivers and the school kids, but a) there’s no school on the weekends (plus it's the holiday break) and b) most “snow days” have now been replaced with remote learning.
It may be unfair of me, but when I see comments like that, I automatically assume it’s from someone who has the luxury of staying inside a nice, warm house while cuddling up with a blanket and some hot chocolate and Netflix to ride out the storm, while someone else is out there shoveling them a path to their car so they can leave when they decide they’ve had enough of the hermit life.
It’s not someone who has to get up at 5 a.m. in order to have the driveway cleared in time to leave two hours before they actually have to be at work so that they can inch their way along the barely-sanded highway while dodging big SUVs that think that four-wheel drive also means four-wheel stop, hoping the whole time that they don’t enter into a skid.
Snow is fun until you’re an adult. Then it’s just a huge inconvenience, one that impacts anyone that has to leave the house, costs cities and towns millions each year to have to deal with, and just ruins everything. A pretty scene out your window or getting to build a snowman isn’t worth all the other hassles that come with it.
It’s no secret that I hate the snow, so perhaps that’s clouding my judgment and I’m being too hard on those of you who really love it. But I bet most others will agree with me that we’re better off not getting bombed by a bomb cyclone two days before Christmas – or anytime, really.
Tim the SouthCoast Snow Scrooge