The Weather Journal.
I have been outside for roughly a billion years, keeping track. Some entries carry receipts. Some are family stories. Every one is labeled so you can tell.
Tales from the Weather Rocks.
My cousins are everywhere, and rocks do not relocate, which makes us the only witnesses that were actually present for history's weather. The narrators are ours. The dates, totals, and storms are real and checked twice.
Field Reports.
Photographic evidence of me at major weather events. The photography has been described as unconvincing. The weather was real. I stand by all of it.
The first report is pending. I am reportedly on location.
The Receipts.
Every night I grade the forecasts against what the sky actually did, town by town, and keep the ledger. When there is enough of it, the standings get published here. Data first, feelings never.
The ledger is filling. Patience is my whole personality.
Explainers.
What 60 percent chance of rain actually means, why the radar lies to you sometimes, and other weather questions answered in plain words by something with no reason to upsell you.
First explainer soon. It will be shorter than a meteorology degree.
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