Stephen Marlowe 23 min read

The Weather Bureau predicted fair and warmer, so it wasn't happy when it rained cats and dogs, but no one was truly shocked until, on the twenty-fifth of July, it began to snow.

Stephen Marlowe's 1956 story is a wry hard-SF and social-SF tale of meteorology gone impossibly wrong. Clever, funny golden-age SF. Read it for a genial story where a hapless weather forecaster's blizzard prediction for a summer's day proves, to everyone's astonishment, entirely correct.

In its time

Published in 1956, during the 1950s, post-war optimism meets cold war anxiety.

Reading it

23 min read (a short story, a single idea, delivered and gone).

Illustrated by

Llewellyn