it's just not right

It snowed here on Easter. There we were enjoying our Easter brunch at my roommate's sister's upper eastside apartment. We look out the window and what do we see? Well, a half naked man- the bottom half- standing at his window smoking a cigarette. But also snow. On Easter.
On the bus ride home the door opened and snow flurries swirled around us. My roommate says "It's snowing in the bus." My response, "It's just not right."
Easter should equal spring. And spring does not equal snow.
Apparently New York wasn't the only place getting snow on Easter. It snowed in Texas, too. Now that really isn't right.
Of course, neither is the "ugly, naked guy" who lives across the way from my roommate's sister and who rather enjoyed the fact we were all staring in horror.