O grandson of Conn, Cormac, said Carpre, how do you distinguish weathers? Not hard to tell, said Cormac.
- Ice is the mother of corn,
snow is the father of fat,
5] a shower is a presage of bloodshed,
drought is a presage of pestilence,
wind is most troublesome in a strait,
the best of weathers is mist,
better his brother rain,
10] save for the sea, thunder is not fruitful.