Dear Snow,

Here in New York, we are currently in the middle of winter when you are expected. Yet, the thing I hate most about winter is you because of how much colder it is outside. Getting from one place to another gets significantly harder because of all of your slippery flakes on the ground. You make it extremely difficult to walk because you stubbornly stick to the ground acting as a blockade that no one will take the initiative to clean up.

It is an obvious indication when you come that it will be cold outside and that we have to dress up in multiple itchy layers just to stay warm. But having to drive when you blanket the roads becomes mission impossible because people drive as slow as snails. Don't get me started on when you get mean and bitter and turn into black ice. We have to be extremely careful in order to avoid accidents--that you seem bent on causing. It isn’t the best thing when we have no patience, but better safe than sorry. Who wants to end up physically hurt because of you? No one. There's your answer.

One thing about you I do enjoy from time to time is getting to stay in the comfort of my home in warm clothing sipping on some hot chocolate and watching TV. What else can we do when you're around? That is probably the only enjoyable thing about you--that you compel us to enjoy homely pleasures. I will admit that hot chocolate seems much more fun when you're in the forecast.

But still, your presence does not make me happy. I truly detest stepping out of the comfort of my home since my whole body must now make direct contact with you, a touch which I am not fond of. So there you go, snow you now know about my feelings for you. It's not that I hate you., but it would be better if you were not around because although you are pretty, you are a major hassle and nuisance. So go away--and take your clumps of dirty frozen water with you.