A Plea With Nature

The blizzard is gaining strength, the frozen pond is turning white, trees bend and frightened shallows hide; I put a yardstick into the freezing snow, bend forward and measure its length: ah, it reaches up to my knees, what a stride to be buried into tons of snow... while blizzardous winds blow! I shout, " I don't wish for snow on my birthday, it'll fall on the sixth of February! " But the weather is inclement, should I make a plea with Nature trading my gifts for no snow? Has anybody ever asked for this and got rejected? I would surely get mad if she didn't listen or agree, I might be even trickier than her: get a snowblower and send it away!