The weatherhuman, despite some suspicions, is ultimately human. It is capable of triumphant glee,
yet sorrow is also one of its fundamental faculties. The weatherhuman and its co-workers are terribly saddened by the tragedy that took place this weekend above Dog Shit Park. It fits all the requirements of senselessness. It raises questions, but it mostly makes me shake my weathered head.

It makes me stare blankly for several moments and it makes me shut up for once. It makes me sad for the friends. It makes me hope for the parents.