if what they predict and promised don’t happen quick, a thunderstorm of oops and aahs, follows asap.
quick move on to making more forecasts with a higher degree of confidence that either way, may be you need not wonder a withering whether, or not, if they’ll come true
always end your broadcast with the I Love You (You Know Who) with a wink and no names cause safe is the fair weather always accurate
now I know that it can rain oil from heaven, promises that come pre-broken; summers predestined to end and the fall prepares us for bittersweet cold alone and the oil rain just smokes but does not warm