When words fail you, make your own.
This morning, I looked to the Iowa sky.
Rain. Snow. Rain. Flakes. Pellets.
Let’s see. I could spend the morning waiting for TV to tell me what to think and feel, like the doomsday shoppers programmed to stockpile snack food.
Or, I could forget the “experts” and do my own forecasting.
Rain + snow = row
Snow + rain = snain
Meteorology mash-ups. Why not?