It seems I am not a soothsayer. An oracle. Or a shaman.
Mid July now, and with another 7 cm (2.7 in) of rain last night, I can only report that my earlier pondering on the future direction of local weather patterns was…. a deferred success (which is an example of the ridiculously convoluted manner in which far too many people talk/speak/write these days, just to avoid having to come out and say something as simple as “I got it wrong“).