I thought we were done talking about the weather, but then …
Mother Nature said, “Watch this.”
And the meteorologists got all excited about having something to do.
And the snow happened …
And the wind happened …
And the rain happened …
And the sun happened …
And the graupel happened …
“He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink …
He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink …”
Wait, what?
What’s graupel? I’m smart, shouldn’t I know what graupel is? Alas, I had to Google.
Pretty much graupel is when crushed ice falls from the sky. Well maybe not exactly, but that’s what it looks like.
We experienced graupel and eighteen other seasons in about a five mile stretch of road last weekend.
I wonder if meteorologists sit around dreaming up new words to use. Graupel. Bomb cyclone. Derecho, which only God himself knows how to pronounce.
“Graupel reminds me of some word, but I can’t quite think of what.”
“Scrapple.”
“That’s it!”
Don’t know what scrapple is? Here, I Googled it for you. Pardon me while I throw up in my mouth a little.
Graupel reminds me of another word. Here it is set to music.
And yet another word comes to mind, which led me to this gem. I don’t even know what I’m looking at, but suddenly I’m craving bread dressing.
Checking out the Special Weather Statements on your app really is worthwhile. It might result in expanding your vocabulary.
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