Quotes About Weather

ON JUNE 28, 1969, THE WEATHER WAS HOT, EIGHTY-SEVEN DEGREES, UNUSUAL FOR THE TIME OF YEAR. NEW YORK CITY GREW STEAMY, AS IF THE HEAT ROSE FROM ITS CORE.

in the garden where the lilacs were so tall it was impossible to see the road. The leaves were dusty, the way they always were in August when the weather turned hot.

It had been raining, that gray, unpoetic rain of midwinter in a dreary suburb.

His eyes were teary from the wind, red-rimmed and bloodshot. His nose was running and there were tears on his windblown cheeks. She

Their father took his hand from his shoulder. The wind rattled the windows, careful now. "Listen to that," their mother said. "It's really picking up." Above the pines, the sky had turned a deeper blue. In another minute, there would be rain. "We just might feel the brunt of this hurricane after all," their father said.

The dream was in fact a lot like the Vancouver weather—a dismal sort of longing, a rainy dreamy sadness, a weight that shifted round the heart.

I was young, there seemed to be never a childbirth, or a burst appendix, or any other drastic physical event that did not occur simultaneously with a snowstorm.

And where there is snow most people recognize the fact of winter and take more than half-hearted measures to keep their houses warm.

We've never seen weather like the weather there is today. We've never seen violence like the violence we see today. We've never seen greed or evil like the greed and evil we see today. We've never seen tomatoes either, like the ones being created today. There is much from which to recoil.

conversation – about the weather, as that is what you like to talk about in England, other subjects being, er, forbidden, eh?

It's starting to snow," Kitty announced excitedly. "Do you suppose we will all be able to get back home all right? Washington gets so confused when it snows.

A good turnout at church today. It had nothing to do with the mild weather and a desire to gossip and everything to do with my oratory skills, I am perfectly convinced. Indeed, if not for Mrs Attwood's new bonnet, I would have had the ladies' undivided attention. The gentlemen I was more certain of. They had no interest in bonnets, new or otherwise, and listened in pleasing silence, broken only by an occasional snore.

Friendship: A ship big enough for two in fair weather, but only one in foul.

Painting: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic.

WEATHER, n. The climate of the hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned.

FRIENDSHIP, n. A ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul. The sea was calm and the sky was blue; Merrily, merrily sailed we two. (High barometer maketh glad.) On the tipsy ship, with a dreadful shout, The tempest descended and we fell out. (O the walking is nasty bad!) Armit Huff Bettle

Nothing but a drizzle. The sun can't always shine. You have to be realistic!

I play in the low 80s. If it's any hotter than that, I won't play.

the wipers beating at the rain like a fool waving in a parade.

We who officially value freedom of speech above life itself seem to have nothing to talk about but the weather.

Expecting rain, the profile of a day Wears its soul like a hat.

Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.

I was hoping something wonderful would happen this summer. Now I just hope I don't melt.

And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.