When it dropped, the skies cleared and the wind blew.

When it rose, it invariably rained or got foggy.

Steve had long since given it up in despair, but Joe still maintained a belief in his powers of prognosticating weather by the barometer, a belief that no one else on the boat shared.
"If the pesky thing says that," remarked Han, "it'll snow before night! Still, I don't see why we need to run into harbour yet.

There's no sign of fog, and if it's only rain that's coming, why, we've been wet before.
I say let her flicker, Steve." "I guess so.

We're not out far and if it does get very wet we can soon get under cover somewhere.