I recently returned from a trip to California. It rained a bit and they said it was cold. It was about 50 to 60 degrees. Cold? Hah! I wore flip flops every day and reveled in the comfy weather.
Then I returned to a snowy farm. It rained a bit and that melted a good portion of the snow.
Then the rain turned to snow. Big, fat flakes of it.
You have to admit it is pretty. As long as you don't have to go out in it.
The cows don't seem to mind, but what can they do? Knock on the door and ask to come in?
Glad I'm not a cow.