Why did I wake up to a new layer of freshly fallen snow?
It is the end of March, Mother Nature; the first day of spring was a week ago. It's time for sunshine and warmth and the budding of the fruit trees. Tulips are pushing their way towards the heavens, Mother Nature, and you blanket them with snow.
Did you lose some sort of bet to Old Man Winter? Is that it? Have you been gambling with my mental health in such a reckless manner?
I'm over it, Mother Nature.