For the first time ever, Carl watched the sunset from the deck of an oceangoing ship. The sinking sun illuminated the sky in brilliant shades of crimson. Carl recalled the weather-forecasting proverb the captain told him earlier that day: "Red sky at night, sallor's delight. Red sky at morning, sallors take warning."
If the rhyme holds true, what will the weather be like tomorrow?
It will be stormy.
It will be humid.
It will be nice.