She named the pressure system before it arrived. Not officially — she wasn't authorized to name weather — but in her logbook she wrote Marguerite beside Tuesday's isobar forecast and underlined it twice.
Marguerite arrived from the north, three percent off prediction. Sol held for eleven days. Patience dropped forty millimeters in six hours, exactly the tantrum she'd expected from something called Patience.
The night-shift technician read her logbook over coffee. "You're good at this," he said.
"I talk to them."
He'd worked the station for eleven years. He didn't ask what she meant. In his experience, the forecasters who named the storms made better predictions, and the ones who asked why stopped making them.