Weather Poem by Ambrose Bierce
Weather
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote--
For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
'Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow.'
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What a fair weather poem, cloudy with a chance of brilliance. Great, great write! Is it safe to set sail today?
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TWO: and the forecasters themselves. The theme revolves around the unreliability of weather forecasts and the futility of trying to predict nature's whims
ONE: This poem is a satirical take on the unpredictability and often frustrating nature of weather forecasting. Bierce humorously criticizes the inaccuracies of weather predictions
TWO: for his false predictions, highlighting the absurdity and unreliability of weather forecasts
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The poem is about the notorious unreliability of weather forecasting, and the forecasters refusal to admit it, across generations of soliciting huge amounts of government money. Now they have satellites and vast computers they are much better than they used to be, but for a century they forecast utter tosh, at vast expense to the public.