If I listen to the doomsdayers, the entirety of the world’s surface will soon be a barren wasteland, or completely underwater.
The portentous nomenclature morphed from global warming to a climate change. We don’t want to offend. Widesweeping winter snowpocalypses, and mild tourist seasons, don’t fit into the ominous Nostradamus prognostication of melting icecaps and burnt earth, scorched and cracked.
A fractured crust of dried mud foreshadows imminent disaster, or is evidence I should be more diligent in washing off my patio after a summer rain.

You had me at “portentous nomenclature”.
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Thanks for reminding me that my patio should be swept too. 😉
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Ah cynicism with a dash of humor. Works for me.
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Nostradamus is always great for a bit of prophetic doom and gloom, huh?
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