The forecast in my town is very shifty. It was supposed to rain today and is actually extremely bright and lovely. Sometimes I like the way this works, since the bright side of a disappointing forecast is always that it might be far from correct. (Although I try not to think in these terms when the newspaper declares sun and seventy-five-degree weekends are ahead.)
It was supposed to rain tomorrow and is now expected to, um, not. I wonder what will happen?