And the curs’ed commuters arrived at the station and scowled at the Writings on the Wall with suspicion, fully expecting the portents to be dire once again. And they were pleasantly surprised, for all trains were on time. So they made their way over the shining silver lines of steel so straight and true to await the Virgin. And as the seconds passed, the weather did change in an instant to driving rain, those commuters so curs’ed dashing for cover. And from the safety of their shelter they did watch as the rain stopped and the sun did come out. And so they emerged from their retreat and took up their familiar places, just as the sun disappeared and the driving rain returned. And they did despair at the fickle Mother of Nature.