Not sure who the author of this prayer was, but I like it, and no better time to recite it.
Our flurries, that fall from heaven, fill the hollows and the plains. Thy parts did come, my work be done, on clutch, carb, and suspension. Give us this day a mighty storm, (good folks will groom our passes) and help landowners forgive those that trespass against them. Lead us not into bad stations, but deliver us from fouling, for thine is the highmark, the lake run, the touring, from December to April.
AMEN!!
Come on Snow Gods--Bless us all with the white gold we ask for and abstain from giving us the liquid precip and warm temps that is hurling towards us. Mother Nature can be a cruel beast at times!!