Partly cloudy with a chance of clichés 

Clichés are a shorthand. Clichés are also like seasoning — a little is good but too much may give you heartburn. There’s always that one guy who uses too many clichés. What? No. Wait. Not me! OK, sometimes it’s me, but that’s because weather is like a cliché farm.

Weather clichés sprout and grow like weeds, although some are dry and others are prickly like a cactus. It is challenging to present live weather reports on NBC15 multiple times a day and creatively come up with words to describe the past, the now and the future.

It’s a stormy relationship between science and prose, which prompts those with electric personalities to be lightning-quick, flinging out a flurry of forecast findings while remaining under the radar of redundancies.

Through the seasons of life, one never knows which way the wind blows, so it’s easy to be clouded by mild-mannered individuals with warm thoughts who may suddenly render a frosty stare on the turn of a cold shoulder when the heat is on. If you can’t stand the heat, then stay out of the kitchen. The truth is, it ain’t the heat — it’s the humidity. Sufficient humidity makes rain and rain makes corn.

Yes, I am skating on thin ice when I point out it may rain on your parade. Just stop and smell the roses, because the sun will come out tomorrow. What a difference a day makes. Change is in the air. We will weather the storm! It’s the price of living in our own little slice of paradise. What if something strikes like a bolt out of the blue, wreaking havoc? You may be flooded with fear, so turn around, don’t drown. Into every life, a little rain must fall. Just keep your umbrella handy. As my mother once said to me, “Que sera, sera.” When it rains, it pours. Too much rain is simply water under the bridge.

On another front, this is just the tip of the iceberg. Get your ship in the water. Climb every mountain. Leave no stone unturned in your quest for a quality forecast. Accuracy floats in the winds of change, particularly when all eyes are on the Gulf, which is better than being in the eye of the storm. That’s certainly no walk in the park, until you remember every dark cloud has a silver lining, except for that twister that snapped trees like toothpicks and sounded like a freight train. Was it a tornado? The answer is up in the air. This is a heated debate.

Have you had enough of this mixed bag? Was I clear as a bell? We can put it on ice and enjoy smooth sailing. Yes, much of this I pulled out of thin air. If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute. All we are is dust in the wind. I’ve taken you on a real roller coaster ride, but what goes up must come down, down a slippery slope. By now, you are probably throwing some shade.