Okay, You Got Me
The first leg of our journey, Rochester to Corning, saw even the locals slogging along at 30mph on the interstates, with terrible visibility and a road surface that had littered both shoulders of 390 with collisions and rescue equipment. Even when we got south of the storm, we passed through intermittent patches of light snowfall all the way home.
So, yes, I concede, Rochester did not get all the snow in the world.
Rochester's perpetual snow did, however, inspire one of my favorite sestinas
. Anthony Hecht is a poet I don't usually go for, but I've always liked the sestina form, and "Sestina d'Inverno" is a really fun example.