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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

The wisdom of a single snowflake outweighs the wisdom of a million meteorologists.