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0bb7cb6 April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. seasons poetry cruelty weather T.S. Eliot
70104df October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces. winter harry-potter rain frost frozen november weather J.K. Rowling
db20dec "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." [ , Oct. 1, 1841]" -- seasons nature fall weather George Eliot
b07c20c The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day. rain weather Dr. Seuss
2047c0d They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining! war weather Charles Frazier
cce1ed4 The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . . cloud liesel the-book-thief max sun weather Markus Zusak
6c3abcc Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory. evaporation memory weather Haruki Murakami
69bd7bc It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. seasons fall england weather P.D. James
d78fb63 Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't. winter syracuse sun weather Laurie Halse Anderson
0691b84 By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray as far as the eye could see. They grouped in the road at the top of a rise and looked back. The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world. west storm weather Cormac McCarthy
81f9ef6 In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it. seasons weather Toni Morrison
19e448e My mom says that when it rains you never feel like you should be anywhere but home. weather Elise Broach
7e6c16f A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don't think so; I think it is just going to go on and on, coming down, until the whole world...etc. It has that look. rain sleet snow weather Edward Gorey
3ba77f8 "It reminded me of what Dad said after every snail's crawl home from Albany when snow hit."It's New York, people. It's winter. We get snow. If you aren't prepared to deal with it, move to Miami." winter weather Kelley Armstrong
859670e In heated rooms, he often felt the outlines of his body, the border between him and the external world, grow disturbingly fuzzy. temperature heat sense-of-self weather Ryū Murakami
837220a 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. weather Terry Pratchett
420bfec "I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry." rain perfect-descriptions-of-places london-weather weather Maureen Johnson
b87ed70 A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves. nature growth weather Marcel Proust
6ac2097 The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled. heat weather Sue Monk Kidd
18ea334 "WEATHERS This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at 'The Traveller's Rest,' And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest, And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I. This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I; When beeches drip in browns and duns, And thresh and ply; And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe, And meadow rivulets overflow, And drops on gate bars hang in a row, observation weather Thomas Hardy
765a8bc "The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing of mournful things. "Why isn't the wind happy, Mummy?" asked Walter one night. "Because it is remembering all the sorrow of the world since it began," answered Anne." l-m-montgomery wise weather L.M. Montgomery
304ba41 These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The weather behaved itself. In the spring all the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang; in the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and, if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed; in the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory; and in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush. seasons winter bucolic old-times spring england summer weather T.H. White
b429ee9 (Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious idea turns to the idea of God. wallace-stevens weather Harold Bloom
ee2315d The sun was as flirty as Scarlett O'Hara with the Tarleton twins, breaking through the clouds in spectacular bursts that seemed like personal favors and then retreating for hours, days, and making us all ache for just a glimpse. sun weather Lorna Landvik
339ad59 I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms. travel road-trips road-trip warm california palm-trees weather Jack Kerouac
b544506 The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn't far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing. Isolated drops fall, licking at my hands, my face, my dress. The quests squawk in surprise, turn their palms up to the sky as if questioning it, and dash for cover. weather Libba Bray
e805f2a The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main, It drives me in upon myself And to the fireside gleams, To pleasant books that crowd my shelf, And still more pleasant dreams, I read whatever bards have sung Of lands beyond the sea, And the bright days when I was young Come thronging back to me. In fancy I can hear again The Alpine torrent's roar, The mule-bells on the hills of Spain, The sea at Elsinore. I see the convent's gleaming wall Rise from its groves of pine, And towers of old cathedrals tall, And castles by the Rhine. I journey on by park and spire, Beneath centennial trees, Through fields with poppies all on fire, And gleams of distant seas. I fear no more the dust and heat, No more I feel fatigue, While journeying with another's feet O'er many a lengthening league. Let others traverse sea and land, And toil through various climes, I turn the world round with my hand Reading these poets' rhymes. From them I learn whatever lies Beneath each changing zone, And see, when looking with their eyes, Better than with mine own. rain reading books traveling-through-books travels-by-the-fireside traveling weather Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
11f4e68 They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July. midwest clouds july skies storms west iowa weather Bill Bryson
4d312e2 Although it was autumn and not summer the dark-gold sunlight and the inky shadows, long and slender in the shape of felled cypresses, were the same, and there was the same sense of everything drenched and jewelled and the same ultramarine glitter on the sea. I felt inexplicably lightened; it was as if the evening, in all the drench and drip of its fallacious pathos, had temporarily taken over from me the burden of grieving. mourning vivid weather John Banville
6d8eb07 I've lived in a good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. weather John Steinbeck
0e12bc0 We only have two kinds of weather in California, magnificent and unusual. weather James M. Cain
acafe99 I'm so glad I didn't die on the various occasions I have earnestly wished I might, for I would have missed a lot of lovely weather. wry-humor weather Elizabeth von Arnim
680636e "There's a passage in John Steinbeck's "East of Eden" that does a pretty good job describing California's rainfall patterns: The water came in a 30-year cycle. There would be five to six wet and wonderful years when there might be 19 to 25 inches of rain, and the land would shout with grass. Then would come six or seven pretty good years of 12 to 16 inches of rain. And then the dry years would come ..." rain climate weather John Steinbeck
6eb8476 It is a common fault of men not to reckon on storms in fair weather. machiavelli machiavellian the-prince weather Niccolò Machiavelli
b941a28 (Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea of God. poetry religion wallace-stevens weather Harold Bloom
94ce3fa one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle. frontier-and-pioneer-life western snow weather E.L. Doctorow
21ba62b Sometimes it rained, but mostly it was just dull, a land without shadows. It was like living inside Tupperware. tupperware weather Bill Bryson
83dc6d2 No one ever remembered a nice day. But no one ever forget the feel of paralyzed fish, the thud of walnut-sized hail against a horse's flank, or the way a superheated wind could turn your eyes to burlap. wind weather Erik Larson
3326cbd The idea that they were going to have to-eventually-go someplace that was even hotter than this was now was worrying Harrier, but there wasn't much he could do about it at the moment. He couldn't imagine why anybody would want to live here if they had a choice. Sometimes, he thought, people were idiots. location-3101 james-mallory mercedes-lackey the-phoenix-endangered weather Mercedes Lackey
d9f877b This world was made to be cloaked in gray. It wouldn't feel natural if the sun shone brightly all the time. irland stormy natural weather Darren Shan
2b8022c Then, just at the peak of complacency, when it was assumed that the climate of the world had changed forever, when the conductor of the philharmonic played Vivaldi's Four Seasons and left out an entire movement, and when to children of a young age stories of winter were told as if they were fairy tales, New York was hit by a cataclysmic freeze, and, once again, people huddled together to talk fearfully of the millennium. winter freeze weather Mark Helprin
21f5989 It was as if the curtains came down on all this, if not entirely obliterated it, when the monsoon rose up in the thunderous clouds from the parched valley below to engulf the hills, invade them with the opaque mist in which a pine tree or a mountain top appeared only intermittently, and then unleashed a downpour that brought Ravi's rambling to a halt and confined him to the house for days at a time, deafened by the rain drumming on the rooftop and cascading down the gutters and through the spouts to rush downhill in torrents. monsoon weather Anita Desai
3679914 Quinnipeague in August was a lush green place where inchworms dangled from trees whose leaves were so full that the eaten parts were barely missed. Mornings meant 'thick o' fog' that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea's blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea. colors earthy morning-light scents maine quinnipeague weather Barbara Delinsky
2dceade And one other thing: don't ask me about the weather. I don't much remember what the weather has been like during my life. True, I can remember how hot sun gave greater impetus to sex; how sudden snow delighted, and how cold, damp days set off those early symptoms that eventually led to a double hip replacement. But nothing significant in my life ever happened during, let alone because of, weather. So if you don't mind, meteorology will play no part in my story. Though you are free to deduce, when I am found playing grass-court tennis, that it was neither raining nor snowing at the time. the-only-story julian-barnes weather Julian Barnes
a0c401b In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly, unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June. Toward the fringe of the wood, the young trees were yellow with the first tinge of new leaves; woodpeckers laughed and drummed in the copses and, lying in bed with my window open, I could hear the rush and gurgle of the melted snow running in the gutters all night long. In the second week of April everyone waited anxiously to see if the weather would hold. It did, with serene assurance. Hyacinth and daffodil bloomed in the flower beds, violet and periwinkle in the meadows; damp, bedraggled white butterflies fluttered drunkenly in the hedgerows. I put away my winter coat and overshoes and walked around, nearly light-headed with joy, in my shirtsleeves. joy spring weather Donna Tartt
1c6458d Who is happier, those who are aware, and doubt, or those who are sure of what they believe in, and have never doubted or questioned it? The answer, she had concluded, was that this had nothing to do with happiness, which came upon you like the weather, determined by your personlaity. personality happiness philosophy philosophical-musings deep-thoughts weather Alexander McCall Smith
7566764 "You have a long history," he said, when Lanya indicated her story was finished. "Ah, Harrier, were I to tell you a long story, we should be here for a sennight, perhaps more. Long stories are best saved for deep winter, when the days are short and time grows heavy." Lanya glanced at the sky." character-lanya location-1558 james-mallory mercedes-lackey the-phoenix-endangered elves weather stories Mercedes Lackey
288d117 There, on the far side of of the Atlantic, would be Maine, but despite the shared ocean, her island and this one were worlds apart. Where Inishmaan was gray and brown, its fragile man-made soil supporting only the hardiest of low-growing plants, the fertile Quinnipeague invited tall pines in droves, not to mention vegetables, flowers, and improbable, irrepressible herbs. Lifting her head, eyes closed now, she breathed in the damp Irish air and the bit of wood smoke that drifted on the cold ocean wind. Quinnipeague smelled of wood smoke, too, since early mornings there could be chilly, even in summer. But the wood smoke would clear by noon, giving way to the smell of lavender, balsam, and grass. If the winds were from the west, there would be fry smells from the Chowder House; if from the south, the earthiness of the clam flats; if from the northeast, the purity of sweet salt air. nature charlotte-evans maine-woods scents maine quinnipeague summer weather Barbara Delinsky
7bcb2e9 Richard Nixon had made a fatal error in ignoring the politico-meteorological dimension when he announced the expansion of the Vietnam War into Cambodia on April 30, 1970. The invasion of Laos, on the other hand, happened in February 1971, and the campuses were quiet. Who wants to stage a walkout in February? war protest weather Rebecca Goldstein
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