Awaiting the storm . . .

With bated breath we wait, as the news commentators warn us to stock up on non-perishable food, batteries, candles . . . the big one is about to arrive . . .  a snowstorm to equal the blizzard of '78.  All schools are cancelled, buses and trains as well.  Do we fear the storm, or do we look forward to experiencing the power of nature, a power we cannot control, a power to be reckoned with . . . Will we be disappointed if this storm never arrives?