Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

I love cold, rainy weather.

I like guitar sounds to be a little somber.

Concrete is, essentially, the color of bad weather.

In London, a lot of the time you don't see the sun shine.

In Scotland, beautiful as it is, it was always raining. Even when it wasn't raining, it was about to rain, or had just rained. It's a very angry sky.

Autumn rain and autumn wind sadden us.

It's never sunny in Buffalo.

Outside, a ceiling of pearly gray clouds coalesced over Manhattan, and the apartment had grown dark. It just keeps dripping. It's been like this all week, .. Rain would be a relief.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.

I've been in electric storms in the mountains. Scary things.

When it rains, I have good energy; I'm in a good mood.

I even like the Scottish weather because, like everywhere in the U.K., you can't have great beauty without lots of rain.

I loved watching the base of those thunderstorms, the billowing tops of the cumulonimbus, the lightning that effortlessly lit up the lake and the sky. It was gorgeous, so energetic. I was in love.

In Iceland, the weather is the biggest character you deal with every day. There's nothing more relevant in your life than what kind of weather it is.

When you play in New England you have cold weather, hot weather, windy weather, or snow.

For me, the wind is the worst weather you can have to play football.

There is not much sun, but I didn't move to Manchester to go to the beach.

In England, it's always raining, and I feel like I'm expert in that field.

What a day. It's 53 and gloomy - like President Obama.

Can't you see that it's just raining? There ain't no need to go outside.

The rain, it raineth every day.

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

Smiley was soaked to the skin and God as a punishment had removed all taxis from the face of London.