My son and I shovelled out my next door, who are spending the week in sunny Southern California. If you let it go untouched and let it freeze, you almost need a pick to get it.
Not to mention burglars look for homes that have un-shoveled snow.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
