When I was younger, a trope was that the weatherman was often wrong.
It’s been rainy in Los Angeles (thankfully). But that makes it harder to know what’s the best time to walk the dog without getting caught in a downpour. In the late evening, I noticed the rain had stopped: How far could I go for a walk without getting caught a long way from home when the rain starts again?
I looked up a weather forecast for my neighborhood and it said: “Rain likely to resume at 12:15 AM.” So I had plenty of time.
And that’s pretty much exactly what happened.
Forecasting when it will start raining to 15 minutes strikes me as impressive.
