When I was a little girl living in Sweden my father watched the weather report on TV every evening. During those short minutes we all had to be very quiet. He never commented on what the meteorologists had to say, and never complained about their lack of accuracy. I actually don’t think he cared if it was sunny, or if it poured. I think it was all about comfort. What the weathermen showed us wasn’t the weather, it was how little power over life we really have, and that you can make predictions, speculate, but no more than that. It's really out of our control. I think my father enjoyed that fact that you don't have to be right about things all the time.
I still watch the weather report. If it is going to rain tomorrow, I might bundle up and go for a hike, enjoy the clouds, the mystic mist and the swift differences in the landscape.
But I can’t promise anything.