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I used to think weather was something you adjusted plans to. Now it feels like something you adjust your life around.  There was a time when the sky followed a loose agreement with us. Summers were hot but familiar. Rain arrived with a warning. Winters had a beginning and an end. In Bangladesh, weather shaped daily life quietly, deciding when fields were planted, when rivers were crossed, and when people rested. That agreement no longer holds.  Recently, the sky has become un