It is a masculine subject, and quite beyond the province of woman. Ask
those who spend their time in the open air,—the farmer, the sailor, the
soldier, the walker; ask the birds, the beasts, the tree-toads: they
know, if they will only tell. The farmer diagnoses the weather daily,
as the doctor a patient: he feels the pulse of the wind; he knows when
the clouds have a scurfy tongue, or when the cuticle of the day is
feverish and dry, or soft and moist. Certain days he calls
“weather-breeders,” and they are usually the fairest days in the
calendar,—all sun and sky. They are too fair; they are suspiciously so.
They come in the fall and spring, and always mean mischief. When a day
of almost unnatural brightness and clearness in either of these seasons
follows immediately after a storm, it is a sure indication that another
storm follows close,—follows to-morrow. In keeping with this fact is
the rule of the barometer, that, if the mercury suddenly rises very
high, the fair weather will not last. It is a high peak that indicates
a corresponding depression close at hand. I observed one of these
angelic mischief-makers during the past October. The second day after a
heavy fall of rain was the fairest of the fair,—not a speck or film in
all the round of the sky. Where have all the clouds and vapors gone to
so suddenly? was my mute inquiry, but I suspected they were plotting
together somewhere behind the horizon. The sky was a deep ultramarine
blue; the air so transparent that distant objects seemed near, and the
afternoon shadows were sharp and clear. At night the stars were
unusually numerous and bright (a sure sign of an approaching storm).
The sky was laid bare, as the tidal wave empties the shore of its water
before it heaps it up upon it. A violent storm of wind and rain the
next day followed this delusive brightness. So the weather, like human
nature, may be suspiciously transparent. A saintly day may undo you. A
few clouds do not mean rain; but when there are absolutely none, when
even the haze and filmy vapors are suppressed or held back, then
beware.
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