In the stress of winter, it's hard to see much that's good about a blizzard.
Snow blows by like a flooding river, but the water's hard.
It stings the face, makes it hard to breath, and hard to see. It's hard on our animals, hard on us. Those bits of ice fly over the landscape, then park in big piles, right in our way. We either dig through, or wait until spring. If we wait, the piles melt into mud.