Under the clear skies and blazing sun, despite the weather forecast that had started telling the citizens three days prior that our city was about to welcome a week of heavy precipitation, meteorologists still faced a tragic 5 percent error rate when the heavens weren't cooperating. Last night, I even noticed on TV that the long-haired MM presenting the weather forecast had been replaced by an unfamiliar cream-faced youth; maliciously, I wondered if the original broadcaster had resigned due to excessive psychological pressure.