Good Weather

Everybody loves a bit of nice weather, including my good self. The thing is though, does anybody else ever get the thought that the weather's only being good at the moment in order to distract us from something thoroughly sinister that it may be planning? I mean, none of us have even met The Weather in person before, so nobody knows whether (aaah that wasn't on purpose) it ought to be trusted or not, we only ever become victims of its literally indecisive mind. Nobody's seen if it has a trusting face, etc.
"Yeah alright then I'll be sunny. Aw nah nah nah actually a bit cloudy!" The Weather says to its P.A. The P.A waits patiently for another change of thought.
"Certain?" the celestial P.A asks. If you're wondering what a celestial P.A looks like, it doesn't look like Carol Vorderman. I hope that helps.
"Nah! I take it back...."
"I've already made it a bit cloudy..."
"Yeah well.....can't you just make it a tiny bit sunnier then? But with some nonsensical bursts of rain which ruin anybody's chances of a hairstyle?"
"Yes sir/madam."
So yeah if you think your job is hard, imagine being The Weather's P.A. Anyways, so yeah all we know of the person that is The Weather is the results of their actions, and seeing as those actions have been uncharacteristically steady of late, with these lovely sunny days, we can only assume something nasty/shit is afoot. My theory is that The Weather is a bit bored of being in charge of Earth's climate and fancies its chances as something of a 'celeb'. Indeed, The Weather has recently acquired a subscription to Heat magazine, and it pours over its shiny pages with a fevered mind, obsessing over the romantic inclinations of Lady GaGa and Victoria Beckham's capability of looking a bit rough in trackies. The Weather reflects upon its eternal position of just sitting about and deciding upon the moisture levels in Florida and the difference in overall temperature that the wind will make in some shit village in Scotland and it thinks, "I got something of a raw deal, here."
Consequently, The Weather has set the master controls to auto-pilot, permanently 'Quite Nice' weather, and we can only assume that it intends to invade the impenetrable realms of the celeb world with its very own persona very very soon; just as useless as the rest of them but just as tantalizingly irresistible, with mundane family problems and perhaps some sort of minor addiction to prescription painkillers.
"P.A! What do you think I should look like? Should I be slightly alternative or should I be mainstream but with a bit of a kooky edge. Like, because I don't want to alienate too many people or anything but also I don't want to put off the alternative crowd altogether, do you know what I mean? And what should I be, should I be the child of another celebrity or should I be a really shit singer or something?" asks The Weather as it stresses around in its bedroom trying to plan an outfit.
"To be honest, I didn't sign up for this. I'm not qualified for this sort of thing at all. I'm a barely comprehensible personification of an abstract idea that influences the climate, not Simon Cowell."
And here The Weather hangs a heavy head and lets out a sigh.
"Then....I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."
"I don't think it really works like that, I'm not on a wage necessarily because I don't really exist in the true sense of the word. I don't have a bank account or anything."
"...Urm. Well I don't really know what to suggest to be honest, then."
This mild altercation will probably go on for quite some time so I wouldn't worry too much about The Weather's arrival to our celeb culture just yet.
But still, whilst the sun is still shining, try not to enjoy it too much in case any of what I'm saying is true, because another 'celeb' infecting our media would be a bit shit.