#Weather Quotes

“Dirty days hath SeptemberApril June and NovemberFrom January up to MayThe rain it raineth every dayAll the rest have thirty-oneWithout a blessed gleam of sunAnd if any of them had two-and-thirtyThey'd be just as wet and twice as dirty.""April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.”

“The rain, it raineth every day.”

“I don't know. How hot is it supposed to be?”

“Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion.”

“The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.”

“Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.”

“Then climate is a great impediment to idle persons; we often resolve to give up the care of the weather, but still we regard the clouds and the rain.”

“I turned my air conditioner the other way around and it got cold out. The weatherman said 'I don't understand it. It was supposed to be 80 degrees out today.' I said, oops”

“The weather still continues charming.”

“A great, great deal has been said about the weather, but very little has ever been done.”

“In India, 'cold weather' is merely a conventional phrase and has come into use through the necessity of having some way to distinguish between weather which will melt a brass door-knob and weather which will only make it mushy.”

“Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.”

“It was far too cold. The second I got out I had this incredible headache, I'm just not used to it. The last time I saw snow was years and years ago.”

“The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.”

“Good weather all the week, but come the weekend the weather stinks. When the weather is too hot they complain, too cold they complain, and when it's just right, they're watching TV.”

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.”

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.”

“They always say to Californians that we don't have seasons. Of course, that is not true. We have fire, flood, mud and drought.”

“We Californians are constantly accused of not having seasons, but we do. We have fire, flood, mud, and drought.”

“Keep at least one window pane clean to check the weather. Once when I didn't do this I sent the kids off with umbrellas for six weeks straight.”

“I get the news I need on the weather report And I have nothing to do today but smile”

“Chicago is known as the Windy City, and Montana is called the Big Sky State, so I think that we should somehow combine the two to create the ultimate kite-flying experience.”

“One of the brightest gems in the New England weather is the dazzling uncertainty of it.”

“In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”

“The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!”

“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.”

“Careful observers may foretell the hour(By sure prognostics) when to dread a show'r.While rain depends, the pensive cat gives o'erHer frolics, and pursues her tail no more.”

“The tucked-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.”

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

“She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for the time of year, and venturing sometimes even to sit down on one of the benches now comparatively unsheltered, remaining there perhaps till, in the midst of some tender ejaculation of Fanny's on the sweets of so protracted an autumn, they were forced by the sudden swell of a cold gust shaking down the last few yellow leaves about them, to jump up and walk for warmth.”

“Tonight's forecast: DARK. Continued mostly dark tonight, turning to wildly scattered light in the morning”

“Invariably our best nights were those when it rained.”

“I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.”

“I hate London when it's not raining.”

“Weather tonight: dark. Turning partly light by morning.”

“There will be a rain dance Friday night, weather permitting!”

“I do something about the weather. I stay home.”

“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.”

“It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.”

“There is something good in all weathers. If it doesn't happen to be good for my work today, it's good for some other man's today... and will come around for me tomorrow.”

“"It's nothing," returned Mrs Chick. "It's merely change of weather. We must expect change."”

“Some are weatherwise, some are otherwise.”

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”

“Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.”

“It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel — of flying clouds tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way and were frightened.”