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Wednesday September 7th 2011    Tim Candler

   Wiser to dismiss the weather as an incomprehensible  phenomenon.  Otherwise a person finds themselves assigning a devilish personality to both weather and its pundits.  I for example am one of those who blame weather forecasters, not only for their sunny disposition, but also for even their slightest inaccuracy.   And I am fond of announcing to no one in particular it's the category of weatherman, politician and chief executive officer who unique in our species are paid well for their errors.

     It is the phenomenon of virga that most irritates me.  Here the weather man is sitting in his office and upon the technical array he sees what appears to be rain.  Indeed here at home, I too see on his radar what appears to be rain.  But virga, I am told is rain that leaves the cloud and evaporates before reaching the soil.  It was an excuse I too would use when I cared more.  "It must have got lost in the post."  Meanwhile it has been raining for days, the kind that makes puddles, brings on the fungus and snail, causes rot and moles to surface, and then chills the knees.

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