Quotes About Weather

All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.†

Weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society -- things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.

Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.

Gray clouds were charging across tissues of white, which stretched and shredded and tore slowly, until through their final layers there gleamed a hint of the disappearing blue. Summer was retreating. The wind roared, the trees groaned, yet the noise seemed insufficient for those vast operations in heaven. The weather was breaking up, breaking, broken, and it is a sense of the fit rather than of the supernatural that equips such crises with the salvos of angelic artillery.

It always rains on Mondays anyway. Monday is the bitchingest day in the week and should be struck completely from the calendar.

I like people who smile when it's raining.

Fair weather cometh out of the north.

The driver is safer when the roads are dry; the roads are safer when the driver is dry.

A hundred ten in the shade is sorta hot, but you don't have to shovel it off your driveway.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

Snow: a form of precipitation that usually occurs three weeks prior to and the morning of your departure from your ski vacation.

One misty, moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,I chanced to meet an old manClothed all in leather;He began to compliment,And I began to grin—"How do you do?" and "How do you do?"And "How do you do?" again!

Rain, rain, go away,Come again another day.

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The sky drops silver threads of sleet.

The only sound is the patter of the rain turning Saint-Malo into mud.

Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere.

He checked the barometer he'd nailed to the family room wall: the pressure was rising.

As if that were not enough, a gale came up in the afternoon, one of the fiercest in living memory

Menodorus, with an experienced eye for the unpredictable Mediterranean weather, sailed out to sea, where he rode out the storm;

Statues lined the stairs and stood, dotted across the roof. But they had been brutalized by time and the weather. Some were missing arms. Many had no faces. Once they had been saints and angels. Two hundred years standing in London had turned them into cripples.

You'd have thought he would have an opinion about something – the weather, the government, the earthquake in Fukushima, the marriage of Prince William. But he never talked about anything except the matter in hand.

The sun hovered briefly on the horizon, then dipped below. At once, the clouds rolled

A donde quiera que vayas, sin importar el clima, siempre lleva tu rayito de sol