"It's totally going to clear!" you tell yourself when you hike into the clouds and visibility drops to almost nothing.

"It's totally going to clear!" you hope when a sucker hole opens up and you see a moment of blue through the gray.

"It's totally going to clear!" you tell your buddy when you pause before the final push to the summit. Or at least where you think the summit is because, of course, you can't see it.

"It's totally going to clear!" you shout to the heavens when you're standing on the summit wishing you could enjoy the views.

"It's totally not going to clear," you mutter as you descend from the peak into the sea of clouds.

"It's totally not going to clear," you curse as you leave the meadows and any chance of view.

"It's totally going to clear," you know when it's too late to go back up.

"It totally cleared," you lament the next day, looking at photos from the group that stayed behind.