I worked for one of my uncles for a couple of summers, and this story reminds me of the times I spent with him.

One of the things I remember best was his uncanny ability to predict the weather, because he was outside so much. He understood things that I wish I had learned.

On a Tuesday morning, he would leave the house, stop, look and listen. He would hear the various songs of birds and feel the direction and strength of any breezes, sniffing the air and watching the clouds. He could predict, within hours, what type of precipitation and how much would fall on Friday afternoon.

Now weather patterns have changed a lot since then, but his skill was something that I'm sure has been lost to current generations because of the reliance on technology.