Every time it snows, I feel like I'm 7 years old.  I look out the window and get excited.  Maybe school will be canceled (work has delayed openings sometimes).  Maybe I can play outside all day (snowboard).  Maybe I'll get to sleep in, sit around in a warm house, and drink hot chocolate. 

But when it rains, it's completely different.  Last week, we had both rain and snow on subsequent days.  On one day, it was in the mid-30s and rainy, so it was cold and depressing.  Nothing good can come from rain, unless it's summertime and you can run in the rain or splash in puddles.  The very next day, it was a few degrees colder, so the precipitation was snow, and life was good.  I walked out of work and didn't even think about how dangerous the roads would be or how much trouble the snow would cause.  All I could do was stick my tongue out and try to eat some snowflakes.