I write so much about it, I should just make a new blog category and call it "Weather". It's easily the most interesting thing happening along the Front Range. If that sounds like watching buns rise or grass grow, it's not. Anyway, when I was in junior high, George Carlin was the new, edgy comedian. Some of his routines were so funny I'd snort milk out my nose. In later years his cynicism and pushy atheism got old, but be that as it may, I still fondly remember Al Sleet, the "Hippy-Dippy Weatherman" who gave the "under-the-influence" weather report.
"Hey man... what's happenin'... Well, here's tonight's forecast: Dark - with continued dark throughout most of the evening and we're expecting some widely-scattered light towards morning."
"We have some severe thunderstorms moving into the area, but oh, on the radar we see a squadron of Russian ICBM's coming in from the north, so don't sweat the thunderstorms."
One of my favorite weather reports was when he predicted, "It looks like tomorrow we have rain coming from the northwest and a dust cloud from the southwest. Man, we're gonna have a mud storm." The whole idea of a "mud storm" seemed utterly ridiculous to a boy sweating in the humid east, but this week huge winds blew in a bazillion tons of dirt from Arizona followed shortly by rain from the northwest. Every window and every car in town was caked in gray mud. Turns out the wasted weatherman was right.