I live in Boston. As few as five years ago, we had eight feet of snow one winter (not all at once). This winter, we've had hardly any, because most of the time, what we're getting is rain. If it's RAINING in Boston in January, something is dreadfully wrong.

I guess I'm glad I'm old, so I'll probably be dead before the cataclysm comes, but I fear for my nieces and nephews!