Why do people love to talk about the weather?
Is it because we are awed by the iracible nature of the elements constantly changing and swirling in a tempestuous symphony? Hot, cold, gusts of wind, sheets of rain, fusillades of hail, swamps of humidity…. Our fascination with describing the weather is endless and crosses cultures. The Inuit allegedly have 50 words for snow. Why don’t we Aussies have more words for unrelenting sun?
In Brisbane it’s usually 30 degrees and sunny. But that’s all the weather ever said. It was never, “expect a fireside glow level of warmth followed by a cool change.” Or “tomorrow will be like baking on the surface of the of a red star, don’t forget to wear a hat.”
Some people say talking about the weather is boring, mindless chit chat. But I think weather is the great conversational leveller, giving middle ground no matter who you are.
Pray don’t talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.
Oscar Wilde – The Importance of being Earnest