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."