The weather does what it wants to do. We cannot control it. Why bother talking about it?
I am polite when people talk to me about the weather. I don’t say, “Haven’t you anything more important to say? If not, then what is wrong with silence?”
I am not uncomfortable when I am near someone and nothing is said. But for most people, the silence is unbearable. They say things such as, “It’s nice out, isn’t it?” or “Is it hot enough for you?” or “Is it cold enough for you?”
It’s pouring rain. Everyone knows that it is pouring rain. Yet when I come inside some place, drenched from the pouring rain, someone will always ask, “Is it raining out?” I want to say, “No, I just walked over from London, England.” But I remain polite and say, “Yes” so that person will sleep better.
Oh, the hypocrisy! I think that talking about the weather is a waste of time, yet I just wrote a blog about it.
“It is commonly observed, that when two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather; they are in haste to tell each other, what each must already know, that it is hot or cold, bright or cloudy, windy or calm.”
– Samuel Johnson (1709 – 1784)