How could he have ever felt love for snow? Sure, at times it had fallen gently and brightened the night, bathing the earth in the glow of the moon, but hadn't it been too brilliant in the next day's sun? Hadn't the glare blinded him? There was too much pain and suffering found when it snowed, he would never love it again.
He forgot how snow insulated the soil, protecting the roots of bushes and trees. He forgot how further down the ground would become frigid without a warming coat of snow. He forgot how much of the world depended on snow for their water supply through the dry seasons. All he saw anymore were the hundreds each year suffering snow-related deaths from auto accidents, exposure and overexertion. These were snow's problem and he repudiated any gladness he once felt at the first flakes of winter.
But his repudiation of its beauty did nothing but make him sad. It didn't stop the snow and it didn't stop the deaths and injuries. The problem wasn't the snow's. It was the behavior of people who went where they shouldn't, went when they shouldn't, did what they shouldn't and failed to respect the power of snow. So when the sun rose and melted away the drifts, he sat in gloom at the damages he saw. He missed the brightness of the evergreens or the new brilliance of the dogwoods, or the enhanced visibility of the grasses. In putting the blame for suffering in the wrong place he lost more than he gained, he lost the spirit and beauty of rebirth after the storms.
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
Instead of the thornbush will grow the pine tree,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the LORD's renown,
for an everlasting sign,
which will not be destroyed."Isaiah 55: 9-13