I control the weather, because the weather and I don't get along. I don't know why we don't, but we never have. The weather likes to contradict me.
On Monday, I wore a sweater to school, and I didn't take it off. The sun beat down and it was warm. Everybody stared at me for being so bundled up. Today I wore shorts (and a hoodie, but shorts), and it started out cold and got colder. I forgot my umbrella, so of course it rained all day (I'm pretty sure I brought it on Monday). My bad.
I realize that "with great power, comes great responsibility," and I should be more careful; I should think about all the innocent people I made cold today before I decide what to wear tomorrow.
If it makes you feel any better, I stand outside at bus stops all winter, so it's not like I impose the weather on all of you and sit at home warm and laughing. I, too must bear the consequences of my reckless shorts-wearing.