Quotes About Weather

In Malta, it's so hot, you wouldn't believe.

I've grown accustomed to hotels and drastic climate change.

Shirtsleeve weather, jacket weather, overcoat weather, parka weather—the Year in Outerwear. For

Obviously, retired life in Florida didn't offer a whole lot of excitement. Forty below in Fargo! she'd exlcaim. I can't believe it! Why, at home it's probably seventy-five or eighty. It was always seventy-five or eighty at home, even when it was actually a hundred and twelve or in the midst of a hurricane.

A club of sunshine whacked me right between the eyes. Like to laid me out. Gah! An ill omen for sure. These bright days are never kind. Everybody I ran into would be just like the weather: warm and sunny. Argh! I was in the mood for low overcast and light drizzle, maybe with a frigid south wind. I peeled layers of fried skin off my eyeballs, took another look. Where there is life there is hope.

and the Creole houses were invisible behind the rain.

Knowledge of GPS coordinates allowed tanks and mechanized infantry to move quickly, cutting down on the risk of accidents and friendly fire, especially during the first forty-eight hours of the war, when bad weather caused visibility to drop to as little as five meters.

Summer weather along the Pacific is governed by a kind of strange roulette wheel, one that makes anyone with concrete plans on the all-but-certain losing end of things. Not until the moment one ventures outside to experience the world of nature is it apparent if it is sunny or rainy or a mix of both. Its unpredictability is the only sure thing.

Rain started to fall. She looked up and regarded the crack in the gray sky. It was spring, and the weather had—in typical Pacific Northwest fashion—forgotten the season.

The dark clouds, which had painted their sombre moods on the sky for weeks, gathered from horizon to horizon, and seemed to press upon the tops of the tallest trees.

I pay attention to the sun. I've worn sunglasses while I play, for years, and apply sunscreen. No matter where I'm playing, there's a rain suit in my bag, too.

Like practically everyone who grew up in Miami, I knew little about its history. We were more worried about mangoes falling on our cars.

The increasing frequency of extreme weather events, droughts and floods is in line with what climate scientists have been predicting for decades - and evidence is mounting that what's happening is more severe than predicted, and will get far worse still if we fail to act.

The weather is the worst. I lived many years in Lisbon and then went to Monaco, places that are similar in terms of weather and food. In Manchester, it's eight or nine months of cold, and that makes a difference, but apart from that, I'm really enjoying the city.

For me, the wind is the worst weather you can have to play football.

Los Angeles traffic is just the worst thing in the world. It throws off timing so much. However, it's always warm and sunny. New Jersey has absolutely terrible weather, but the environment is really homey and chill.

Like any offensive lineman worth his shoulder pads, I'm a mudder. Football's just not football without a healthy dose of slipping, sliding, snow, or rain.

Meteorologists are pretty faces reading scripts telling you whether it's going to rain tomorrow.

I always keep a hoodie on me at all times 'cause you never know when it's gonna rain, you never know when it's gonna get a little cold at night. So, you always got to keep a hoodie. And I always keep like a earth tone hoodie 'cause it always goes with your outfit no matter what you have on.

Our long-range predictions - especially those which anticipate extreme-weather events - rely on an assumption that the future will be similar to the past. Lose that, and we lose the tools that have allowed us to prepare for such eventualities.

When we went to school, we had the odd tornado drill.

He was shivering like a Wicklow sheepdog in a snowy yard, though the weather was officially 'clement'. The first layer of clothing was his jacket, the second his shirt, the third his long-johns, the fourth his share of lice, the fifth his share of fear.

Terrible, dreepy, dark February weather I remember, and the worst, most frightened days of my life.

The day was cold but sunny. The city was decorated with holiday flags.