Quotes About Weather

For raging wind blows up incessant showers

It was July. Crazy hot and dry. It hadn't rained in, like, sixty days. Drought hot. Scorpion hot. Vultures flying circles in the sky hot.

The music of my youth was much better Than the music of yours. So was the weather. ... Back then, people wrote gorgeous letters And read more poetry. So did the weather. ... Of all issues, there was only one dissenter, But we loved him, too. So did the weather. ... We were guitar-players and inventors Of minor chords and antibiotics. So was the weather. From Terminal Nostalgia

Storm, Rain, and Sunshine, huh? (Talon) My mother's doing. I'm just glad she stopped at three. I was told the next one would have been named Cloudy Day. (Sunshine)

What about when they're hibernating? (Leta) The coyotes get them. (Aiden) Well, then, I guess you need to go ahead and shoot me and get it over with. The coyotes are probably starving in this weather. (Leta)

In the northern hemisphere, always dressing according to the season: bare arms in spring (however cold it is) and woolen jacket in winter (however hot it is).

A gardener's life is full of sweets and sours; He gets the sunshine when he needs the showers.

But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman.

Iced tea is too pure and natural a creation not to have been invented as soon as tea, ice, and hot weather crossed paths.

I'm watching the Weather Channel more than I've ever watched it. I'm scared to death it's going to rain.

He had no interest in fine clothes. Clothes were utilitarian as far as he was concerned. In cold weather, they should be warm and waterproof. In hot weather, light and airy. And bright colors served only to make a man stand out against the background, which was never a good idea in his opinion. A man who stood out against the background made an easy target.

Still the rain kept pouring, falling on my ears,And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain.

I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

So on day one God created the basis for time; day two the basis for weather; and day three the basis for food. These three great functions—time, weather and food—are the foundation of life. If we desire to see the greatest work of the Creator, it is not to be found in the materials that he brought together—it is that he brought them together in such a way that they work.

After you start learning all about the mechanics of piloting a riverboat, you stop seeing all the pretty sunsets and you start thinking about the weather.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

the weather is such as I would favour if I were a potato-grower – or, more dubiously, if I were a potato.

We often hear of bad weather, but in reality, no weather is bad. It is all delightful, though in different ways. Some weather may be bad for farmers or crops, but for man all kinds are good. Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating. As Ruskin says, "There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."

June and July are foggy months. In the early summer on Nantucket, warm moist air flows over the colder water. The moist air cools to its dew point and a cloud forms at the water's surface. This is fog.

It had been the quintessential autumn night, cool but not yet cold, the air smelling of wood smoke and leaves.

on the storey higher, have my arranging to manage of my pretty new books and my three hyacinths, and a pot of primroses which dear Mr. Kenyon had the good nature to carry himself through the streets to our door. But all the flowers forswear me, and die either suddenly or gradually as soon as they become aware of the want of fresh air and light in my room. Talking of air and light, what exquisite weather this is! What a summer in winter!

Miss Mitford talks of coming to town for a day, and of bringing Flush with her, as soon as the weather settles, and to-day looks so like it that I have mused this morning on the possibility of breaking my prison doors and getting into the next room. Only there is a forbidding north wind, they say.

Summer was letting out one long, last, sweet breath before winter began to blast.

Please, Mem, it is too hot. Can you make some now?" Anna smiled. She smoothed strands of sweat-dampened hair from the child's brow and said, "Oh, Fa-Ying! Just because your father can make it rain doesn't mean I can make it snow." "At last I discover her limitations." Anna whirled to find herself eye-to-eye with the King on his royal elephant. She bowed respectfully and adopted a more formal tone. "I have many, Your Majesty.