My weather app said there was a break in the storm so I struggled into my rarely-used rain gear and went outside. When the rain hit my head, I got mad at the app and the national weather service and everything: they said it would be clear! I got out of the rain in a bus shelter, hauled my phone out of my pocket, and looked at the weather app again. In the minutes it had taken me to dress up and head out, the app had changed its tune. It now acknowledged rain was possible.
Then the wind hit, not just a gust of wind. This was a long minute of stormy wind trying to shove me around. It seemed like the kind of wind that could change the weather in a hurry. I stopped being mad at the national weather service. Not much point trying to predict this mess.