Ambrose Bierce

Here you will find the Poem Weather of poet Ambrose Bierce

Weather

Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
 And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
 Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
 With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.
 While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
 From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
 He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
 On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote--
 For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
 'Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow.'