Maybe it’s raining inside his head.

Metro’s been predicting rain 16 days in a row, although there hasn’t been a cloud in sight for at least the past 12. I’m starting to question his meteorological authority, but nevertheless I faithfully carry my umbrella to work every day in anticipation.

SAM METRO’S WEATHER BY LAURA ROBERTS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16

I’ve been waiting for it to rain for the past 16 days. I mean, I’ve always trusted my weatherman, Sam Metro, but with his recent spate of erroneous forecasting, I’m beginning to have my doubts. Being a creature of most strict habit, however, there’s no way you’ll ever catch me switching stations behind his back. Call it loyalty, call it pride, call it mulish stubbornness, but I’ve picked my horse and I’m sticking to him till he’s shipped off to the glue factory.

Metro’s been predicting rain 16 days in a row, although there hasn’t been a cloud in sight for at least the past 12. I’m starting to question his meteorological authority, but nevertheless I faithfully carry my …