# Forecast for: Brooklyn, NY Generated on February 06, 2025 at 01:00PM Eastern Time Fairest weather, thy temper doth entice A mixed forecast, lest our hopes be chilled, 'Tis rain and fog that doth before two's prime O'erthrow our sight, with misty veils unsealed. But lo, as two o'clock's dark shade doth pass, The fog doth cling, a stubborn lover's grasp, Yet, scarce five hours hence, the skies may clear, And in its place, a glimmering hope appear. The clouds, a dismal cloak, do shroud our face, With thirty percent of rain's uncertain might, Yet still, the northwest wind, with gentle pace, Doth whisper secrets, 'midst the murky light. Thus we await, with anxious hearts, the hour When sunbeams chase the fog, and calm prevails. --- **STYLE:** Shakespearean sonnet