Quotes About Weather

Did you love it, the rain dance every day? Only when it rained.

If the earth could feed itself and us without rain, and if we conquered the weather and declared permanent sun, would we not miss grey days and summer storms?

the light had the clear, sharp quality which comes before rain.

Warm weather pampers a body," he'd say. "But winter mortifies the flesh and invigorates the soul. There's nothing like a brisk, biting wind to fend off gluttony and lust." I could see his point: it's hard to fornicate when your balls are frostbitten. +

It's rainin' like Billy-be-damned out there.

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It rained a lot in Seattle. What a hello an understatement that was.

But I saw Blake earlier and he said he and Nate were taking off for an overnight business thing. So... ... you're just going to jump their fence and their pool, I finished for her. Silence. Then Jamie said, It's twenty-five degrees! In December! Do you know what this means? The apocalypse?

Its 75 Degrees! In December!

She took the sun when it came and the rain the same way.

Ah, spring. May 1778, specifically. Coming up on cannon weather. But then who needs to pay for gunpowder when heatstroke kills for free?

Under the changes of weather it may look like marble or like sea water, black as slate in the fog, white as tufa in sunlight.

All life was weather, a waiting through the hot where events had no significance for the cool that was soft and caressing like a woman's hand on a tired forehead. Down in Georgia there is a feeling—perhaps inarticulate—that this is the greatest wisdom of the South—so after a while the Jelly-bean turned into a poolhall on Jackson Street where he was sure to find a congenial crowd who would make all the old jokes—the ones he knew.

The rain fell like dead bullets.

It's important to try to write when you are in the wrong mood or when the weather is wrong.

Yes, Mom, we're trying to save the world from a crazy guy who's using magic statues to cause terrible weather.

It was a soft breathless June morning, with a promise of sultriness later...

I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather.

Sea Fairies! Great! So there is an intelligent species of humanoid supernatural beings living in the Mediterranean that I happen to be related to, and you never mentioned it to me. And there are other groups living under mountains, fighting over the weather, and what day it is going to snow because one side wants to cause starvation and the other side wants diseases." "No. One side wants pride and envy. The other wants wrath and sloth.

This being admitted, it is certain that not a drop of rain falls without the express command of God.

It rained throughout that night, breaking the shell

Flurries of snow obscured the view through the windows, but they were halfhearted and ultimately inconsequential, like the parting shots of a defeated army. Angel

I have not got accustomed to English life. The food is truly disastrous and it rains all the time.

Life is a game of piquet played in a bramble bush in very bad weather.