I like the cold weather. It means you get work done.
If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.
After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy.
If you don't like the weather in New England now, just wait a few minutes.
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Summer is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.
All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.
It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.
The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death.
The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.
Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
It was so cold I almost got married.
One need only think of the weather, in which case the prediction even for a few days ahead is impossible.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
The weather is like the government, always in the wrong.
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
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