Quotes About Weather

Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It's fine, it's not, it's suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!

We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind -- and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.

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

It is so cold out there, my head nearly fell off.

Needless to say, perfumes are a must for every season.

Our New England climate is mild and equable compared with that of the Platte.

In Los Angeles, it's always nice out. In New York, it can be nice out or horrifying. You really have no idea what you're going to get on any given day.

included, amidst a snowfall of more than a foot in a city with only a few snowplows available. By nightfall, the city of

Marghe learned of linn cloud, the waterfall cloud in multilayers which brought very heavy rain; of n'gus, queen daggerhorn sky—stately and slow-moving like the beasts of the forest; of pilwe sky, soft, white undulating cloud that could hide the sun for a whole moon.

THE WIND KICKED high and hard, ahead of the rain. Lightning slashed over the hills in whips of eerie blue, blinding white. It struck a cotton-wood in the near pasture, cleaving it like an ax. Ozone burned the air like a sorcerer's potion.

Hayley could see trees whipping in the wind and the bruised fists of clouds that smothered the sky.

Just for the record, the weather today is partly suspicious with chances of betrayal.

Just for the record, the weather today is bitter with occasional fits of jealous rage.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.

it rained as if the gods were disconsolate, as if spring were a sorrow

Isn't it funny," she said, stroking with an inky finger the beads of condensation on her glass of white wine, "that year was such an unhappy one, for me. Remember poor Reza? And Skandar away so much—and that weather. Do you remember, Nora? I've never had a harder time." (Except, she said "time-e.") "I guess I didn't realize it was

Adams chuckled. "The evenings are always nice. The Weather boys don't let it rain until later on, when everyone's asleep.

rare frost that morning, the wind howling

They were treated to the same Randall hospitality, the travesties so routine and familiar that they were a kind of weather, and the ones so imaginative in their monstrousness that the mind refused to accommodate them.

Cora's mother and Ava grew up on the plantation at the same time. They were treated to the same Randall hospitality, the travesties so routine and familiar that they were a kind of weather, and the ones so imaginative in their monstrousness that the mind refused to accommodate them.

Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a half.

Rain fell more steadily now. Grey and unrelenting. Nobody seemed to notice. Rain on the puddles. Rain on the high brickwork. Rain on the slate roofs. Rain on the rain itself.

Outside, the dark brushed the city and the wind unleashed the snow