Weather Quotes

I don't complain about the weather. I save my complaints for things I can influence.

Oh, yes, it could be 20th century. England in summertime, I should say. See the rain clouds?

Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms.

I’ve heard of the rail companies blaming the wrong kind of snow and leaves on the line for disruption but for the council to say it was too cold to get the gritters out is just ridiculous.

We are having particular problems with the type of snow.

We have been exceedingly busy ever since you went away. In the first place we have had to rejoice two or three times everyday at your having such very delightful weather for the whole of your journey...

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.

Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

The rain, it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella:
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust steals the just's umbrella.

The more it snows
(Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
(Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
(Tiddely pom),
On snowing.

Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it.

There is a sumptuous variety about the New England weather that compels the stranger's admiration—and regret. The weather is always doing something there; always attending strictly to business; always getting up new designs and trying them on the people to see how they will go.

A woman rang to say she heard there was a hurricane on the way. Well don't worry, there isn't.

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes.

I won't rest until EVERY Hurricane is named "Sue".

The storm starts when the drops start dropping. The storm stops when the drops stop dropping.