Never mind all that political crap, it's snowing and Joe Root is closing in on a century. I love snow!
That actually happened to me once, I was playing up at Stainborough in June and it snowed, and we had to call the game off and retire to the bar. Good result.
In spite of stating I was hopeless at cricket, I was once asked to make up the numbers for the office team. We played a match on some God forsaken windswept pitch up on the moors looking down on Halifax/Huddersfield. During the warm up I pitched a few decent length balls to our opener/captain. Mistakenly, he took this as a sign that I could bowl and near the end of the opponents innings he threw me the ball and told me to bowl an over. Unfortunately by that time I had been stood at the boundary for so long I was frozen and could I could not feel my hands (I hadn't brought a sweater as it was three coats warmer when we set off). My first ball was a full toss so high it nearly decapitated the batsman. The second similar except this time nearly took the head off third slip who was not amused. 3rd ball bounced twice on the way to the wicket. I cant really remember the last 4 balls of my (only ) over except that someone kept shouting 'fore' on every run-up. I am sure the batsman hit the last for six as I think we spent 5 minutes looking for the ball in the adjoining field full of cow pats. To make matters worse I was then put at mid on and promptly dropped two easy chest height catches in 3 balls. Not surprisingly, in the bar/buffet afterwards I was 'Billy no-mates' and even my close colleagues ignored me. Needless to say I wasn't asked to play any more matches.
I might have to dredge up the story about a bloke I was playing with who was bowled by a wide ball. That takes some doing.....