(Remember Jack Handey's "Deep Thoughts"?....)
There's nothing like the anticipation of the next day's snow. Especially when I am shoveling old, rotting ice and mud in the bitter cold darkness, the shivers of anticipation run up and down my back. That may be because my back hasn't yet fully recovered from the previous day's heaving of frozen water and smog, but it's very precious just the same. It's these moments which make me cry out in the words of the Apocalypse, "Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus!" Yes, my atheist neighbor yelled at me over his snowblower to quit my blubbering, but I thought the tears amid persecution made my cri de coeur extra-special to God.
(Humor-Blogs.com: well-acquainted with the apocalypse and blubbering.)