the weather clerk

e weather clerk he was a clean shaven man with short hair One day he met Jessica why are you sad he asked her She looked at him with tears in her eyes and said I have no one to love He felt a pang of sympathy and said I know how you feel He took her hand and led her to his office where he showed her his work He said I am the weather clerk I make the forecasts for the town I use data from satellites and radars and models to predict the weather He pointed to a screen where he had a map of the town with different colors He said this is the weather for tomorrow it will be sunny and warm He smiled and said I like sunny days they make me happy He looked at her and saw that she was smiling too He said do you like sunny days too She nodded and said yes I do they make me feel hopeful He felt a spark of connection and said maybe we can go for a walk tomorrow She agreed and said that would be nice He felt a surge of happiness and said maybe this is the start of something new She felt a flicker of hope and said maybe it is raining tomorrow it can’t because Oz my brother will be playing basketball She said, I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow. He said, why? She said, because my brother Oz will be playing basketball. He said, oh, I see. Do you like basketball too? She said, yes, I do. He said, me too. Maybe we can watch his game together.