Quotes About Weather

The spring came suddenly; the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer, and the afternoon light felt powdery, as if it might blow away.

Caía la lluvia como cae tantas veces en la despejada Madrid, uniforme y cansinamente y sin viento que la sobresalte, como si supiera que va a durar días y no tuviera furia ni prisa.

yes is a pleasant country: if's wintry (my lovely) let's open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one (and april's where we're)

I have discovered that the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.

Poor May! he said. Poor? Why poor? she echoed with a strained laugh. Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you, he rejoined, laughing also. For a moment she was silent; then she said very low, her head bowed over her work: I shall never worry if you're happy. Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows! In THIS weather? she remonstrated; and with a sigh he buried his head in his book.

Best hurry, he thought. Best get outa this weather. He wanted to die but he really didn't want to catch a cold to do it.

Valentine Weather Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

One need only think of the weather, in which case the prediction even for a few days ahead is impossible.

Into the kitchen!" snorted the wet maid, "Into the kitchen?! I'm a lady! I don't go into kitchens. I--" "No?" queried the Master, trying once more not to laugh, "Well, my wife does. So does my mother. I spoke of the kitchen because it's the only room with a fire in it, in this weather. If you'd prefer the barn or-

We are the Girls of July; Sisters of summer weather. Summer will live in our hearts When we're no longer together. Summer is always too short. Winter days are long. We will return to July When we sing this song. We'll always be together. We'll be friends forever.

Inside my soul, the spring of love Will not replace the stormy weather.

The imbroglio of inky cloud swirling overhead contained nimbostratus, cumulonimbus and Lord knows what else

The rains!' everyone sang. The wind struck us with a force that made our line bend and waver.

Love passed, the muse appeared, the weatherof mind got clarity newfound;now free, I once more weave togetheremotion, thought, and magic sound.

There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul.

Now frowns the sky, the air bites bleak, The young boughs rock, the old trunks creak, And fast before the following gale Come slanting drops, then slashing hail, As keen as sword, as thick as shot. Nay, do not cower, but heed them not! For these one neither flies nor stirs; They are but April skirmishers, Thrown out to cover the advance Of gleaming spear and glittering lance, With which the sunshine scours amain Heaven, earth, and air, and routs the rain.

I loved watching the base of those thunderstorms, the billowing tops of the cumulonimbus, the lightning that effortlessly lit up the lake and the sky. It was gorgeous, so energetic. I was in love.

I definitely played on a lot of muddy northern pitches.

Our climate is always changing.

Clearly, there have been changes in the climate.

I grew up in Boston, so it's a nice change to be cold after living in California.

I like Palm Springs because of the sunshine. It's a little city surrounded by mountains.

Where I am they can smell out a hurricane. My house survived Hurricane Hazel, but it didn't get past Hugo.

You talk like winter rain.