"Cross and Cranky. that I am."

  Yes, I am over it, cross and cranky.

  Why is there no karma for weather forecasters.
 Can they tell us what they want. Do they really, really care.
 Where is all that "rain" they talked about.

   Are they aware their noses might grow to gigantic sizes, if they  keep on telling  porkies. Or it's whicked, bad and evil to tell so many lies.
 
 Do they really, really  care.  They are probably  having a  Weather Pow-wow,  now.  "Your turn to pick a forecast."  Put your hand right in the hat . What can we tell all those suckers out there. They will believe anything, we say.

 They haven't got a choice.

  My garden is past crying, not a sob to be heard or seen. There is no moisture left, to even shed one solitary little tear.