Jamaica Dominick loves forecasting the weather for one simple reason: it’s the only chaos in his life he can see coming. After years of dodging skells begging for money, incorrect solari entries, and spontaneous crackhead dance battles on the mezzanine at Jamaica Station, the weather is refreshingly predictable — or at least, predictably unpredictable. He doesn’t trust people, clocks, or coffee drinkers, but cloud patterns? Rain systems? Those he can work with.
There’s a peace in watching the sky and telling the world what’s on the way — a storm, some sunshine, maybe a light drizzle and a 60% chance of someone yelling at a trainman. Plus, nothing quiets a cracked-out train platform like his slow, steady voice over the PA saying, “Bundle up — it’s gonna be a cold one, and not just emotionally.”
NEW YORK WEATHER