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A recorded reading of “Fairy Dust Forecast”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
Good evening—this bulletin is kind. A sparkle front drifts in from Sea Point; expect pockets of warm air along the taxi ranks, low chance of charcoal. Umbrellas optional; lean out a window. Hear it—the low bass of getting through, 19:03— horns under the bridge keeping time. Turn: the warning you feared becomes a guide— you are the reason streetlights bloom. Update: confidence rising, gold showers at rush hour. Overnight: clear, with windows left ajar; extended outlook: brightness, persisting— you, the local high.
Alternative version
Good evening from Nine: your weather has a pulse. I woke to a confetti barometer—no grey left. If your mood is raining, set a glass on the sill; watch the streetlight salt the rim. Across the map, a hush of drums approaches— not thunder, just a thousand sparrows practising. Open the window two fingers; let the night shake glitter from its coat and find your floor. Tonight’s pattern: low pressure of doubt dissolving over warm breath; a confidence front arriving as soft static. Keep umbrellas for the stories we used to tell. Step out. Let the air rewrite your outline.
Lyrics
Good evening, Cloud Channel Nine. Here’s your sparkle update. Woke up with a **confetti sky**, no grey in sight, Little wings in the streetlights, dancing through the night. If your mood is raining, keep your chin above, I’ve got a front of magic rolling in with love. Check the map, I see it coming, Hear that soft bass humming. Open up your window wide, Let the sparkle ride. Fairy dust forecast, High chance of sparkle **tonight**, low chance of blue. Winds of wow—clouds of gold roll in, Confidence front—watch it unfold. Fairy dust forecast, Zero percent doubt when I walk past. Hands up, feel that light, We’re shining all night. Umbrellas made of rainbows, we don’t hide away, Every drop becomes a diamond when we start to play. If you’re feeling small, I’ve got a rising tide, Put your name on the neon, let the streetlights decide. Check the map, I see it coming, Hear that soft bass humming. Open up your window wide, Let the sparkle ride. Fairy dust forecast, High chance of sparkle **tonight**, low chance of blue. Winds of wow—clouds of gold roll in, Confidence front—watch it unfold. Fairy dust forecast, Zero percent doubt when I walk past. Hands up, feel that light, We’re shining all night. (Spoken) Alert: If the world tries to dim you— Switch to glow mode. I’m the reason the night turns bright, I’m the **shimmer** in the streetlight. Say it out loud, let it broadcast, We’re the fairy dust forecast. Fairy dust forecast, High chance of sparkle **tonight**, low chance of blue. Winds of wow—clouds of gold roll in, Confidence front—watch it unfold. Fairy dust forecast, Zero percent doubt when I walk past. Hands up, feel that light, We’re shining all night. x2 Cloud Channel Nine— Stay sparkling.
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