Will February ever be over?

Here I sit, dismally looking out at yet another February snowstorm.

Will it ever end?

This month is like the ax murderer in all those slasher movies, you know, the one you think is dead until the penultimate scene, where he gets up and chases you for the last time.

I feel like February is out to get me, ax in hand, clinging to my leg as I scream and run away.

Come 'on, Spring!