12/25/2025
ANNUAL Southern California Weather Force Christmas Poem ... weather forecast ... Merry Christmas to all of you ...
By Raiden Storm, Master General Meteorologist and yes I wrote it. Hope you liked it. I spent 15 minutes on it and yes I am back to where I was before ...
My twin brother is in the ER so Im trying to remain strong as I can for some reason feel his pain
RS
"Merry Christmas Kevin" Home Alone
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through SoCal,
The rain was descending, a drenching squall.
The sandbags were stacked by the doorway with care,
In hopes that the water stayed out of it there.
The residents nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of flash floods danced in their heads.
With Mom in her slicker, and I in my hat,
We watched the rain pool on our welcome-home mat.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and peered through the hash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen rain
Gave the luster of midday to our flooded-out lane.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature funnel, a cause for some fear.
With a strong atmospheric river, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment the weather was sick.
More rapid than eagles the warnings they came,
And officials were shouting and called them by name:
"Now, Flood! now, Downpour! now, Debris Flow and Slide!
On, Tornado Watch! (rare for this countryside)!
To the top of the mountains! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry brush that before the wild fire flew,
When it meets with an obstacle, the mud will flow through.
So up to the foothills the flood warnings flew,
With the ground saturated, and the residents, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The swirling and gusting, of which we had proof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
The TV was on with a familiar sound.
It was Master General Raiden Storm, fedora on head,
Who weeks in advance, the forecast had said:
"This 'Raiden Storm Pattern' is deadly and true,
With copious rain for the metros, for me and for you!"
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Dispensing the warnings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the airwaves he rose.
He sprang to his maps, to his team gave a whistle,
And away the alerts flew, as fast as a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Monitor the forecasts, and stay dry tonight!"
From the desert, mountains, valley, coast, and bight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
