The Stormy See

It doesn't matter what the weather channel says. It doesn't, so turn off the television already and save yourself at least half an hour of television commericals with a smiling weather girl slipped in between the time slots for dog chow and soft drinks.

If it looks like it is going to rain, just ask that deep feeling within yourself: your soul.

If you don't have one, purify it first and try again. I reccommend holy water.

Look at the sky. Is it cloudy, is it overcast, doth bolts of angry lightning split the horizon in two? These are pretty good indications that there is going to be some rain. Also, if little balls of ice begin to fall from the sky and hit you on the head, that's another good indication that there's a storm coming.

I am actually embittered towards the weather channel, thank you very much. I have my reasons, I have my grudges to hold.

A few days ago, I had an internship interview in Cape Cod. Those few days ago, there was a storm which lasted for many days and many nights. Rain poured upon the world and Cape Cod was nearly washed out to sea as I sat in an office. However, there wasn't a single mention of it on the television as, hey, it is JUST RAIN, nothing to worry about.

Of course, with this upcoming "Noreaster" that was supposed to blow in this weekend, the weather channel was up in arms. Concerned looks and furrowed brows greeted you on every channel, everyone was running for their rain parkas. And when I rushed home from the Cape , just to beat this supposed storm, it did not come after me.

No floods. No hail. No lightning. Just a whistling wind and a downward rain.

That was it.

I sat in my car, feeling miffed about being mislead by the weather service. When I arrived back at the campus, I lay in bed that night and the wind beat so hard against the windows that I even dreamed I was somewhere back on the Cape, just a foot away from the ocean.

Nope.

The storm did not come. Sure, it rained. Sure, it is windy. But this storm I was PROMISED did not crush the world into pieces and bury us all in the snow that was advertised, and therefore I shake a fist at the media for their falsified weather report.

The next time they report bad weather, I'm not budging. If they report a tornado, I'll wait until my house gets blown clear athrough the stratosphere before I say to myself, "You know, maybe I should get moving."