THE WEATHER.

Auckland Star, Volume LV, Issue 306, 26 December 1924, Page 4

THE WEATHER.

When Meredith said that woman would be the last thing to be civilised by man he forgot the weather. The day may come when man, ever reaching out for new worlds to conquer, will be able to control the whirlwind and ride the etorm, confining rain to working days and making sure that there is sunshine on his holidays. If it is ever acquired it will be a tremendous power, carrying, possibly, more responsibility than can be reasonably placed upon man. In the meantime, Nature is untamed and strictly neutral, and it has been unkind enough to give Auckland a wet Boxing Day. If it was sentient it would laugh at the "pathetic fallacy," in which man's imagination connects its moods with his own fate. Skies do not always weep when great men die; they are just as likely to be unkindly bright. Consequently Nature has no sympathy for holiday makers. '"Into each life some rain must fall," says the poet with resignation. "That is all very well," says the holiday-seeker looking out of his window at the rain, "but when it has so many other days in which to fall, why should it choose Boxing Day?" It is one of the minor misfortunes that go to make up life. We can assure our Southern visitors that we have known many fine Christmas holidays, and we beg them not to judge Auckland by to-day. Not that we would cast such things in their teeth, but dreadful weather has been known at Christmas in the South. A wet holiday has this to be said for it—it tests a man's resources. The more interests ho has, the less will he be bored by the weather's disarrangement of his plane. Are we not told that "All places that the eye of Heaven visits arc to a wise man ports and happy havens"? And if Boxing Day is wet, New Year's Day may be fine.