Behold, Klingon weather proverbs, from the recently uncovered meteorological writings of Kahless the Unforgettable:
The wise warrior does not heed the long-range forecast, but shapes it.
Red skies at night, Klingons’ delight. We paint them with the blood of our enemies.
If you don’t like the weather here, wait five minutes. Better yet, find a battle to die in, for the weather in Sto’Vo’Kor is ever glorious.
If the groundhog sees its shadow and flees, it is a coward and will die a coward’s death.
The sharpest bat’leth cannot compare to the pain of a night of blood wine followed by a bright morning’s dawn.
So’jen showers bring nay’poQ flowers. May they grace the grave of your honorable death.
What do you call the first nice day after two days of rain? DaSjaj, amirite?