It’s True about the Irish Weather

One could do worse than be a meteorologist in Ireland. There’s no expectation you’ll be right, and if you are, it’s your luck and not your learning that gets the credit, not unreasonably. A moment ago, the skylight revealed nothing but storm gray, and there were raindrops big enough and fast enough to drum on the window glass, but now the clouds are whitish and wispy and only semi-opaque, the blue mixed into the palette. But wait, the wind is up again, swinging the power line, so who really knows about the rain.