Whoever invented Monday morning is a masochist, and should be shot.
"Good morning! It snowed last night, look how nice it is outside!" is a valid and pleasant way to wake me up only if I don't have to go out in the cold.
Snow + camera = whee! (Good thing I had no classes this morning, I stopped so many times to take photos on my way to uni I would have been horridly late.)
Snow (in the night) + rain (in the morning) = sludge. Brilliant, Mother Nature. Really brilliant.
Sludge + long legs = learning to take tiiiiiiiny steps. (God bless my leather boots.)
Sludge + spike heels = are you suicidal, woman? (Not me. A woman I saw hurrying to catch the bus, or attempting to. I don't doubt she wanted to make a statement with those spike heels, but the only statement she managed to make was, "I am idiot, watch me fall".)
And finally: Mother Nature? It's MARCH. You know, March? Spring? Flowers? Warm air? Sunny days? Ring any bells?
Good. Quit it with the bloody snow, already.

Snow? Over? In March?

What is this..."sun" you speak of?

Well, yeah. I'm in Italy, remember. Not Up North. *grins*