It shone on everyone, whether they had a contract or not. The most democratic thing I'd ever seen, that California sunshine.

There is also an insulting speech about 'one grey day just like another'. You might as well talk about one green tree like another.

It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain snivelling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky.

I think rain is as necessary to my mind as to vegetation. My very thoughts become thirsty, and crave moisture.

It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.

Washing your car and polishing it all up is a never failing sign of rain.

We will never be an advanced civilization as long as rain showers can delay the launching of a space rocket.

One thing about cold weather: it brings out the statistician in everyone.

Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

There is nothing more universally commended than a fine day; the reason is, that people can commend it without envy.

On the Continent there is one topic which should be avoided-the weather; in England, if you do not repeat the phrase Lovely day, isn't it? at least two hundred times a day, you are considered a bit dull.

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house-out of place and in the way.

We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself.

For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every sky has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously

The air was so damp that fish could have come in through the doors and swum out the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms.

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.

A cloudy day, or a little sunshine, have as great an influence on many constitutions as the most real blessings or misfortunes.

Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life's dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.