You may think it funny, but I do miss those prairie storms. Not that I like to be out in them, when the wind is blowing the snow down horizontally, and the windchill is the equivilent of absolute zero. I like them from the inside: a warm house, a good book, hot tea, and listening to the wind howl outside. Such days seem to me sort of an "island of time", when everything else in the world goes on hold.
The weather here has been unseasonably warm, with a lot of rain. We haven't had to fire up "Big Green" the snowblower once. What little snow we had melted off within hours. We had a storm on Monday, though nothing like what you had, and by the time I went home: rain, heavy rain. It was almost as if I needed a dogsled to get to work, and a boat to get home.