I could swear, so help me, that I heard two of the three main TV meteorologists in Amarillo say two days ago that we had some heavy rain and severe weather coming this way.

They said it on live television, beamed directly into my living room.

They said it categorically, without equivocation.

We’ve been waiting for some rain, which we need in the worst way. But the skies have remained mostly clear ever since those dire predictions came forth.

I know the weather forecasters run the risk of being run, since they cannot predict with any certainty what nature’s forces will do. Maybe they got caught up in the media news rush in the wake of the Moore, Okla., tragedy. I am not demeaning what’s happened to those good folks, but at times we seem to willing to believe the worst when something so tragic happens so close to us.

Do I want a tornado to blast through Amarillo? Of course not. I do want some rain. A substantial amount of it would be just grand. I’d even settle for a bit of wind, but not too much.

One of the TV weathermen displayed these “computer models” that said the rain would arrive Thursday afternoon. He said it with all the authority that comes with someone who’s been doing his job for as long as he has done it. So did the second weatherman I saw. I don’t watch the third “chief meteorologist” in Amarillo, mainly because he goes hysterical whenever we do get “severe weather.”

Which begs the question: I can’t think of any other job in the world where someone can be so wrong so often and still be able to do that job.

What the heck. They always can blame it on God.