Weather Whisperer Prints

Sports that the British excel at: Talking about the weather.

"As predicted, a dysfunctional cold front has formed a shame-based, codependent relationship with this enabling mass of warm air, producing wildly chaotic weather. Meanwhile, the rest of the country is in full-blown denial, ignoring the meteorologic eleph

What's the forecast?

'I want to be a weatherman or a pundit. They never have to be right all the time.'

"Lovely weather for it."

"They say it could get quite warm next week."

'Ahhhh...It's such a beautiful morning outside...the sun is shining...the birds are singing....'

'That was some storm, last night.'

"I wonder how the experts can talk about increasing temperatures within years... the same experts who can't even do a reliable forecast for tomorrow..."

Weather forecast in heaven: Cloudy.

Woman tries to pray for the rain to end.

'Good day at the met office?'

Motorway notices reading: 'Fog. But if you can read this, it isn't that bad'.

"It's so nice just to be dead for the summer."

'Word on the street says the cold easterly wind will ease tonight.'

Weather.

'I was dating a weatherman, but he had this annoying habit of always talking up a storm.'

'Well, you always said you wanted a water feature for the garden.'

'Best thing I ever did, going freelance'

TV News. Multiple drenching thunderstorms are forming over the region. What's your weather segment lead-in? "There's a soaker born every minute!"

No caption. (Turtle uses its shell as an umbrella.)

"It's going to rain — I can feel it in my bones."

"It seems like all we talk about anymore is the weather."

"I'll see you the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow is supposed to be cloudless."

"God, I hope no one asks me to sing."

'I know that bird feeder is guaranteed to be squirrel-proof, but I still think they are getting in there.'

"Ed's tree hugging was out of control."

Couple cuddle under a sprinkler with an umbrella as an excuse to be close

He can lean back in contentment on cowslip banks and let everything wash over him.

I hate monday mornings.

'Hey, that one looks just like a visible mass of condensed water vapour floating in the atmosphere.'

But there are other pleasures still for the fisherman's delight....for nature is everywhere about him.

"Before invasive species, the only things I could grow were weeds and mildew."

Typical...the weather is lousy all week...then on the weekend it's too sunny to work.

He is happy to take almost any kind of fish...