Elmo the imp leapt high in the air to see if the weather was foul or fair. He flew through the sky and over the land, past the Grippedy Gru and the Cavernous Grand! “TODAY,” he yelled as he passed the Sly scathy, “ISMOSTLYCLOUDYWITHHIGHSUPTO80!“
Elmo felt sweat on the bridge of his brow, for the tough part of his job he had to do now. He remembered complaints from from the doubting DabU, who thought it was easy, boy some have no clue. Elmo shook, cleared his head and predicted with ease, “FRIDAYPARTLYCLOUDYWITHHIGHSINTHEUPPER70s!“