For too long has the wrath of brothers Zeus and Poseidon held sway over humankind’s ability to enjoy their weekends. While the Greek pantheon has long since retired, the consequences of their tantrums are still being felt many millennia later.

No boats on the water, no barbecues on the rooftops, no picnics on the beach. Only dark skies painted grey like the sentiment of the overworked populace, flooded streets awash with tears (and rain), and cries of anguish that echo upon the howling gales. So many weekends lost, so much potential swept away.
This madness must come to an end.

Our attempts to contact these typhoons directly have yielded nought but dismay. They do not respond to the any of the names we give them - in fact, it only seems to make them angrier as they continue dispersing misery with reckless abandon, like a spoiled child hurling pieces of Lego at stray cats.

Having no little to no recourse short of constructing a weather-control device, we have come up with an idea that will prove promising. Like Prometheus, let us take what should rightfully be ours! 

We hereby petition Dr. Cheng Cho-ming and the Hong Kong Observatory to revive the Greek pantheon in all their lustful, petty, and hedonistic glory - so that they may be reasoned with. Bargained with to have Typhoons 8s and higher only fall on weekdays, so that we may enjoy the few moments of respite we are afforded. Let us ply them with gifts of ambrosia and take back our glorious weekends. Let us weather these storms on our own terms!