Valentine For Meteorologists Quotes (3 quotes)
The Meteorology of My Heart
To My Perfect Climate
You’re the sunshine after the rain,
A warm front chasing out the pain.
No storm nor wind could tear apart,
The steady pressure of my heart.
With every forecast, I can see,
A lifelong love for you and me.
So be my Valentine, my skies so blue,
I’ll chase every rainbow just for you.
Yours in fair and stormy weather,
Your Devoted ❤️
To My Perfect Climate
You’re the sunshine after the rain,
A warm front chasing out the pain.
No storm nor wind could tear apart,
The steady pressure of my heart.
With every forecast, I can see,
A lifelong love for you and me.
So be my Valentine, my skies so blue,
I’ll chase every rainbow just for you.
Yours in fair and stormy weather,
Your Devoted ❤️
A Valentine for Meteorologists imagined by A.I. generated by Today in Science History (ChatGTP, 14 Feb 2025)
The Meteorology of Us
To My Perfect Forecast
You’re my sunshine after the rain,
The calm that soothes my deepest pain.
No hurricane, no winds that roar,
Could shake the love that I adore.
Your laughter’s lightning, bright and free,
A spark that sets the skies in me.
So let’s chase rainbows, side by side,
Through weather fair and stormy tide.
Forever under your sky,
Your Devoted Meteorologist ❤️
To My Perfect Forecast
You’re my sunshine after the rain,
The calm that soothes my deepest pain.
No hurricane, no winds that roar,
Could shake the love that I adore.
Your laughter’s lightning, bright and free,
A spark that sets the skies in me.
So let’s chase rainbows, side by side,
Through weather fair and stormy tide.
Forever under your sky,
Your Devoted Meteorologist ❤️
A Valentine for Meteorologists imagined by A.I. generated by Today in Science History (ChatGTP, 14 Feb 2025)
The Meteorology of Us
To My Perfect Forecast
You’re the calm after the storm,
The gentle breeze, the sunshine warm.
No hurricane, no winds that roar,
Could ever shake what I adore.
Your laughter’s lightning, bright and free,
A spark that sets the skies in me.
So let’s chase rainbows, side by side,
Through weather fair and stormy tide.
Forever under your sky,
Your Devoted Meteorologist ❤️
To My Perfect Forecast
You’re the calm after the storm,
The gentle breeze, the sunshine warm.
No hurricane, no winds that roar,
Could ever shake what I adore.
Your laughter’s lightning, bright and free,
A spark that sets the skies in me.
So let’s chase rainbows, side by side,
Through weather fair and stormy tide.
Forever under your sky,
Your Devoted Meteorologist ❤️
A Valentine for Meteorologists imagined by A.I. generated by Today in Science History (ChatGTP, 14 Feb 2025)
In science it often happens that scientists say, 'You know that's a really good argument; my position is mistaken,' and then they would actually change their minds and you never hear that old view from them again. They really do it. It doesn't happen as often as it should, because scientists are human and change is sometimes painful. But it happens every day. I cannot recall the last time something like that happened in politics or religion.
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