Chicago's Week of Unpredictable Weather

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The Windy City’s Wildest Week

Chicago was known for its unpredictable weather, but even the most seasoned meteorologists were baffled by the forecast for the first week of April. The news stations had dubbed it 'The Week of Seven Seasons'—because, somehow, the city was about to experience every type of weather imaginable in just seven days.

Monday: Blazing Sun and… Snow?

The week started with a bizarre twist—a blazing 75°F (24°C) morning that had everyone shedding their winter coats… only for a freak snowstorm to roll in by lunchtime. Office workers downtown scrambled as flurries swirled between skyscrapers, while street vendors simultaneously sold iced coffee and hot chocolate.

Tuesday: The Great Fog Invasion

Overnight, a thick, eerie fog rolled in from Lake Michigan, swallowing the city whole. The Willis Tower vanished. Cars inched forward with hazard lights on. Rumor had it that a group of tourists got lost in Millennium Park and accidentally wandered into a jazz club, where they were adopted by a friendly blues band for the night.

Wednesday: Thunder… and Hail? In Spring?

Just as the fog lifted, the skies turned an ominous green. A thunderstorm crackled overhead—but instead of rain, golf ball-sized hail pelted the streets. Taxi drivers ducked under bridges. A hot dog stand’s umbrella was obliterated. And somewhere in Wrigleyville, a Cubs fan stubbornly grilled burgers in the storm, declaring, 'This is fine!'

Thursday: The Wind Takes Revenge

True to its nickname, Chicago unleashed hurricane-level winds. Traffic cones flew like missiles. A deep-dish pizza was ripped from a delivery guy’s hands and last seen soaring toward Indiana. The city’s unofficial motto became 'Hold onto your hats… and your small pets.'

Friday: Flash Floods and Floating Cars

After the wind came the rain—torrential downpours that turned streets into rivers. A group of kayakers (because of course Chicago has urban kayakers) paddled down State Street. A news helicopter captured footage of a man in a floating lawn chair, sipping a beer, yelling, 'I’M KING OF THE RIVER!'

Saturday: A Random Heat Wave

Just as suddenly as it started, the chaos paused. The sun returned with a vengeance, shooting temperatures up to 80°F (27°C). Chicagoans, now deeply distrustful of the sky, emerged in shorts and winter coats simultaneously. Rooftop bars were packed. Beaches along Lake Michigan were crowded. Everyone pretended the last five days hadn’t happened.

Sunday: The Calm… Or Was It?

The week ended with a suspiciously perfect 65°F (18°C) and sunshine. Birds chirped. The city exhaled. But as the evening news played, the meteorologist sighed and said, 'Folks… next week’s forecast looks… interesting.'

And somewhere deep in the heart of Chicago, a weather vane spun wildly, as if laughing.

THE END.

(Or was it? Stay tuned for next week’s forecast: 'Tornadoes and a Chance of Flying Hot Dogs.')

Chicago's Week of Unpredictable Weather

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