Weather Girl

I'm thinking I may go to Weather Girl School. It's a job where you get PAID to tell people it's going to be 80 degrees at the coast, and then when the people get there, it's......56, foggy, with an artic wind blasting from...... the south. But the people forgive you, when they catch glimpses of darling, tiny, camp trailers,

and very cute little fishing boats, with their own little brass bell.

When every little shell, no matter how tattered and torn, is a treasure.

When they brave the weather and have fun horsing around anyway.

When there are interesting sights

and the sun tries to break through

finally breaking through the clouds, parting into blue skies

Just in time to go home.

Yep, they forgive ya.

Scripture says it best.

"You don't know which way the wind blows,

so how can you plan tomorrow?"

I don't know...but this Weather Girl, advises carrying jeans and a hoodie.