The old earth, etched with the passage of time, breathes a history of weather; from scorching deserts to frozen wastelands, the tale is stamped in its very soil. The ever-changing skies have captivated humanity for ages, their beauty and mystery inspiring wonder and a sense of awe in countless generations.
In recent centuries, humanity has developed an advanced understanding of weather patterns, but some remain unaware of these developments. As a child, I’d spend hours gazing up at the towering white cumulus clouds, their fluffy shapes shifting in the summer sky, a far more wondrous sight than any Saturday matinee. The power and mystery of the weather, the rumble of distant thunder, the sudden downpour, the vibrant colors of a rainbow — filled my heart and soul as I gazed at the ever-changing skies. I knew, from a young age, that I would always be a weatherman, fascinated by the ever-changing skies and atmospheric conditions.
Before the advent of satellite photographs, Doppler radar and computers, the work was all manual, involving the painstaking plotting of weather patterns and the meticulous calculation of trajectories. With practiced hands, skilled technical specialists drew surface weather maps, the air filled with the quiet scratch of pencils on paper as they made intricate mathematical calculations based on the collected data. Rain or shine, the task remained: venturing out to collect data, meticulously recording measurements and connecting them to a global network. One always felt either the coolness of the rain or the warmth of the sun on their skin. The nostalgic feeling of those days is lost to time.
While computers and AI collect observations, disseminate data and produce forecasts, the nuanced understanding of weather conditions, the smell of rain, the chill before a storm — remains irreplaceable by technology. Computers give us guidance; the forecaster gives us insight. You must decide for yourself based on your experience and wisdom.
