Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, <br /> And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be-- <br /> Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth, <br /> With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth. <br /> While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth, <br /> From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth. <br /> He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote <br /> On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote-- <br /> For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow: <br /> 'Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow.'<br /><br />Ambrose Bierce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weather-4/
