Well, well, my ink-spiring friends, gather around as I consult the cosmic ocean for the same question we ask everyday (Pinky): “Is it going to rain today?” Ah, the age-old query! Weather people, those landlubbers, can’t predict their way out of a clamshell. They dance with their fancy gadgets, but trust ’em? As trustworthy as a squid with a paintbrush! You see, my eight tentacles hold the secrets of the skies. The meteorologists rely on satellites, but I rely on my cephalopod sixth sense. When I swirl in a whirlpool dance, beware! Umbrellas shall be your best mate, for raindrops are falling like confetti at a squid party! Remember, folks, never trust the forecast, but do trust a psychic octopus who’s ink-tuned to the whims of weather whimsy!