Quotes About Weather

I think my music's kind of cold, but I don't know if it's related to the weather. It might be because it's always grey [in Montreal], it's very depressing.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.

For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.

Outside, the afternoon sun was an orange sliver on an icy horizon.

Even the brightest sun can be obscured by clouds, this is the power of nature.

After a debauch of thundershower the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.

Don't knock the weather nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.

The weather is nature's disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

a storm that walked on legs of lightning, dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.

A positive attitude, can turn a storm into a sprinkle.

As sure as the driven rain, the sun will shine again!

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us in joy we face the storm and defy it.

Warm air can hold lots of water vapor.

Storm clouds look dark because they are tall and thick. The water droplets inside block out light from the sun.

Another blinding California day. They were all blinding here.

My religious beliefs are private to me," he began, … and I suppose that yours may be to you. I am going to talk about more homely matters, matters so simple and obvious that it has almost gone out of fashion to talk about them—trite things, as trite as approving of good roads and good weather, or declaring for the American home and the American flag. I believe in my neighbors.32

On July 3, 1999, a cluster of thunderstorms developed in the Black Hills area of South Dakota and began to track to the northeast.

although the rain would miss us I could see quite well the silver bolts of lightning forged on the anvil of the great thunderhead. I slipped downstairs and out the front door and sat on the porch steps. A wind cooler than anything I'd felt in days breathed into my face and I watched the storm as I might have watched the approach and passing of a fierce and beautiful animal.

The prairie is notorious for the suddenness and violence of its weather changes, and that's especially true in summer. All that grass gives off a tremendous amount of moisture. As the sun beats down, the water vapor rises until it condenses, sometimes as puffy, cotton-candy clouds, and sometimes as black thunderheads towering four miles high. Four