It’s a typical Monday morning. I’m sipping my coffee, trying to summon the energy to tackle the day, when my phone pings. “Rain will stop in the next hour.” Oh, really? My weather app seems to be convinced it has a direct line to Mother Nature’s whims. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.
These alerts have been nonstop lately, and my son has turned them into his personal weather oracle. “Should I bring an umbrella?” he asks, staring at the latest prophecy on my phone. If it says rain will stop, he leaves the umbrella behind, only to be drenched an hour later. You’d think we’d learn, but nope, we trust that app like it’s the end-all, be-all.
For me, these alerts are less about planning and more about the philosophy of life. They’re a constant reminder that everything is sporadic, variable, and much remains unknown. I mean, if the experts with their satellites and supercomputers can’t predict the rain, what hope do the rest of us have? It’s like the universe’s way of saying, “Stay on your toes, folks!”
Every ping is a testament to the unpredictability of life. One moment, I’m told the rain will stop. The next, it’s still pouring, and my son is cursing his reliance on modern technology while dripping water all over the kitchen floor. And me? I’m sitting there, marveling at the irony and sporadically checking the app, just to see what other nonsense it has in store.
In a way, these alerts have become a part of our daily routine. They’re the little annoyances that keep life interesting, the tiny disruptions that remind us we’re not in control. And honestly, who wants to be in control all the time? Where’s the fun in that?
So, here’s to my trusty, yet hilariously unreliable weather app. May it continue to provide amusement, confusion, and the occasional accurate prediction. And may we all learn to embrace the chaos, because if there’s one thing these alerts have taught me, it’s that life is anything but predictable.
Cheers to the rain, the sunshine, and everything in between. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll remember to bring an umbrella.
Categories: Culture, current events, mental health, Psychology, science, society, The Seasons
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Faith of the Feather Carried
By The Wind Just Floating
in Whatever Directions Come Next
Ah Yes
my Wife
and i Watched
A Forrest Gump
Feather Floating
From the Heat
Wave Blue
Sky in
the
Place
Where ‘Florida
Men’ Wanna Have Their ways
Anyway As The Breeze of Tropical
Weather System Debbie Drifts to the
North With Nothing Left Over Yet Heat
It All Reminded me of Hurricane Sally Where
my Sister my Wife and me Were Walking Around
the Block in the Clouds of the Coming Storm and
Out of the Blue Truly Out of the Clouds With Joy
For No Reason at All i Said Next i’ll Make A Rainbow
Come Out of the
Clouds oh
Dear Lord
of Coincidences
And Synchronicity
in A-Causal Connecting Ways
Dear Miriam Sure Enough A Rainbow
Appeared Out of the Cloud Cover With no Blue Skies
In That September of 2020 Yet That Wasn’t All as on January 21st 2021
After Witnessing a Most Beautiful Sunset on the Beach i Just Randomly
Said i’ll Bring a Rainbow tonight Never Seeing a ‘Moon Dog’ At Night
With the Rainbow Colors
That Night was the first
one i Observed as my Sister
my Wife and me Walked around
The Block at 7:21 PM i Still Have the
Photo of the ‘Moon Dog’ on an Old iPhone
A Best Part of Wisdom i’ve Learned in my Life
The Best Parts of Life Don’t Need a Reason at all to Happen
They Just Do Now And
That’s Enough
Faith in Real
Miracles
And
MaGiC
Of Existence for me…
When in Flow i Experience
This Everyday in many ways
too Many to Count All the Years
Out of Flow there Just wasn’t
Much Magic and Miracles in Life
Basically Just Hands on a Clock
With too Many Deadlines to Count
Trapped in Those Old Castle Walls
Now i’m Just A Feather in the Breeze TG..:)
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What makes forecast reporting so unreliable isn’t just that accuracy would take a lot of computing (full simulation 3D mapping of temperatures versus dew point) is that they reduce it to a percentage of coverage in an area, rounded to the nearest 10 point. And people confuse that coverage with chance. The reality is if the temperature variance is high enough to cross dew point there’s always a chance of rain. 0% is never zero.
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