Weather reporters come from hardy stock. Chronic miscalculations never daunt them. Whatever the weather, they project confidence whether right or wrong.

Georgia’s climate is predictably unpredictable, making forecasts a risky business. The ancients divined the future by reading animals’ entrails. Modern meteorologists employ computer models, satellite images, and Doppler radar. Both approaches share equal odds of success.

Meteorologists during my childhood limited themselves to predicting the immediate future. The public demanded more, so they introduced the three-day forecast following by its five-day and seven-day bigger brothers. Then came the mother of all reports: the ten-day forecast.

An inverse relationship exists between time and accuracy. Projections past twelve hours contain more fiction than fact; but meteorologists remain a tenacious lot.

I saw a Weather Rock for sell in the store. The instructions said to place it outside and regularly check it. Dry suggests sunshine. Wet means rain. Cool to warm indicates temperature ranges. The device promises a higher degree of accuracy than my local TV station.

The Bible says that it rains on the just and unjust alike. Just do not depend on the local weather reporter to forecast when.