love hate relationship

The end of March is no time for snow. This is what I figure. Despite living in such a northern city I hate snow. Hate might not be strong enough of a word.

At the same time I acknowledge that it looks beautiful. If I never had to drive in it, shovel it, or have it make my glasses wet I would adore it.

Or perhaps if I only saw it for a short period of time i could enjoy it. Instead of cursing it from September to April?

I think that could actually be true.

Still, when someone who rarely has to deal with it says they want it, i am inexplicably filled with rage, and I really can't quite figure that one out at all.