The Sun and the Wind (an new interpretation)

    Once, there was a man with a coat.

    His fate would soon be in the hands of forces more powerful than he could imagine.

    He was being watched.

    "See that man down there?"  said the Wind.
    "Of course," said the Sun, "I see everything."
    "I bet I can get his coat off." said the Wind.
    "Bet you can't."
    "Can."
    "Can't."
    "Can."
    "Can't!" said the Sun.  "I, the greatest thermonuclear reactor for several light years around, could do it, but you!  You're just a bunch of vibrating air molecules.  You're nothing."
"Try telling him that." said the Wind, and it began to blow furiously upon the man, who, predictably, only held his coat tighter.  Eventually, exhausted, the Wind gave up.
    The Sun looked intolerably smug, and patted the Wind's insubstantial back with condescending commiseration.  "Well, you try it then." said the Wind sourly.  "Certainly." replied the Sun.  It began to beam down on the man (before this it had only been grinning halfheartedly at him.)  The man soon grew warm and removed his coat.  What the sun did not know was that this man was not wearing sunscreen.  Within a year he had taken to his bed with a bad case of skin cancer. 
    The Sun was so pleased with itself that it beamed even harder, and melted our polar icecaps and dried out our jungles.  Before a century had passed, the few surviving earthlings had packed up and left the solar system.
    "You see?" said the Sun.  "Sometimes gentleness is more effective than force."

Moral:  As flies to wanton boys are we to personifications of the weather: they kill us for their sport.