Weather

"Erie, and Ontario, and Huron, and Superior, and Michigan — possess an ocean-like expansiveness, with many of the ocean's noblest traits... they are swept by Borean and dismasting blasts as direful as any that lash the salted wave; they know what shipwrecks are, for out of sight of land, however inland, they have drowned full many a midnight ship with all its shrieking crew."

"The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee. Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early."

"I knew it was storming before I was told. The rooms, the corridors, everywhere within this building vibrates with the power of the storm outside. The storm waves, like sound waves or the waves of the wireless, will not be denied by stone walls and plate glass windows."

"Dear wife and Children. We were left up here in Lake Michigan by McKinnon, captain James H. Martin tug, at anchor. He went away and never said goodbye or anything to us. Lost one man yesterday. We have been out in storm forty hours. Goodbye dear ones, I might see you in Heaven. Pray for me. / Chris K. / P.S. I felt so bad I had another man write for me. Goodbye forever."

"No lake master can recall in all his experience a storm of such unprecedented violence with such rapid changes in the direction of the wind and its gusts of such fearful speed... It was unusual and unprecedented and it may be centuries before such a combination of forces may be experienced again."

"Holy lightning strikes all that's evil Teaching us to love for goodness sake. Hear the music of Love Eternal Teaching us to reach for goodness sake."

"Have you ever been hit by lightning? It hurts. It doesn't happen to everyone. It's an electrical charge. It finds its way across the universe... and it lands in your body, and your head!"

"Don't mistake vivacity for wit, thare iz about az much difference az thare iz between lightning and a lightning bug."

"Did you know that I was struck by lightning seven times?"

"It has apparently been known for a long time that high objects are struck by lightning. There is a quotation of Artabanus, the advisor to Xerxes, giving his master advice on a contemplated attack on the Greeks—during Xerxes’ campaign to bring the entire known world under the control of the Persians. Artabanus said, “See how God with his lightning always smites the bigger animals and will not suffer them to wax insolent, while these of a lesser bulk chafe him not. How likewise his bolts fall ever on the highest houses and tallest trees.” And then he explains the reason: “So, plainly, doth he love to bring down everything that exalts itself.” Do you think—now that you know a true account of lightning striking tall trees—that you have a greater wisdom in advising kings on military matters than did Artabanus 2400 years ago? Do not exalt yourself. You could only do it less poetically."

"As frequent Mention is made in the News Papers from Europe, of the Success of the Philadelphia Experiment for drawing the Electric Fire from Clouds by Means of pointed Rods of Iron erected on high Buildings, &c. it may be agreeable to the Curious to be inform'd, that the same Experiment has succeeded in Philadelphia, tho' made in a different and more easy Manner, which any one may try, as follows."

"The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth?"

"He seized the lightning from Heaven and the scepter from the Tyrants."

"To demonstrate, in the completest manner possible, the sameness of the electric fluid with the matter of lightning, Dr. Franklin, astonishing as it must have appeared, contrived actually to bring lightning from the heavens, by means of an electrical kite, which he raised when a storm of thunder was perceived to be coming on."

"When a thunderstorm comes up, I can feel it inside. When lightning comes down, I can feel it wanting to come to me. Grandma said it was God. She said the white fire was God."

"Electricity produced by natural causes is another source of energy which might be rendered available. Lightning discharges involve great amounts of electrical energy, which we could utilize by transforming and storing it. Some years ago I made known a method of electrical transformation which renders the first part of this task easy, but the storing of the energy of lightning discharges will be difficult to accomplish. It is well known, furthermore, that electric currents circulate constantly through the earth, and that there exists between the earth and any air stratum a difference of electrical pressure, which varies in proportion to the height."

"The trouble ain't that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain't distributed right."

"Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does all the work."

"I've also grown weary of reading about clouds in a book. Doesn't this piss you off? You're reading a nice story, and suddenly the writer has to stop and describe the clouds. Who cares? I'll bet you anything I can write a decent novel, with a good, entertaining story, and never once mention the clouds. Really! Every book you read, if there's an outdoor scene, an open window, or even a door slightly ajar, the writer has to say, "As Bo and Velma walked along the shore, the clouds hung ponderously on the horizon like steel-gray, loosely formed gorilla turds." I'm not interested. Skip the clouds and get to the fucking. The only story I know of where clouds were important was Noah's Ark."

"The clouds have thunderously poured down water; A sound the cloudy skies have given forth. Also, your own arrows proceeded to go here and there."

"Then the sign of the Son of man will appear in heaven, and all the tribes of the earth will beat themselves in grief, and they will see the Son of man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory."

"I agree that clouds often look like other things — fish and unicorns and men on horseback — but they are really only clouds. Even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on."

"If you wish,"

"Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?"

"There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove."

"The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape."

"Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute."

"Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Methinks it is like a weasel. It is backed like a weasel. Or, like a whale? Very like a whale."

"Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds."

"…feathery curtains, Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch."

"Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea."

"…fertile golden islands, Floating on a silver sea."

"Once I beheld a sun, a sun which gilt That sable cloud, and turned it all to gold."

"I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder."

"I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die."

"For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again."

"Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Pard, or a Wolf, or a Bull?"

"Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size And glitt'ring cliffs on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise."

"I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one."

"Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where."

"O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy."

"Our fathers were under the cloud."

"Though outwardly a gloomy shroud, The inner half of every cloud Is bright and shining: I therefore turn my clouds about And always wear them inside out To show the lining."

"The clouds,—the only birds that never sleep."

"There ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand."

"See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!"

"By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven."

"But here by the mill the castled clouds Mocked themselves in the dizzy water."

"So when the sun in bed, Curtain'd with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave."

"If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day."

"When clouds appear like rocks and towers, The earth's refreshed by frequent showers."

"Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven."

"May I create plain fields by collecting clouds and bedeck them with arching rainbows."

"Who maketh the clouds his chariot."

"Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance, Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air, Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the forests, Seats of the gods in the limitless ether, Looming sublimely aloft and afar."

"Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire."

"The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality."

"Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain; joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain."

"Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again; becoming who we are."

"Anguish and grief, like darkness and rain, may be depicted; but gladness and joy, like the rainbow, defy the skill of pen or pencil."

"Hear the sound of the falling rain; coming down like an Armageddon flame."

"A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moists the field."

"Jack Harkness: There you go! I can taste it! Oestrogen. Definitely oestrogen. Take the pill, flush it away, it enters the water cycle. Feminizes the fish. Goes all the way up into the sky then falls all the way back down onto me. Contraceptives in the rain. Love this planet. Still, at least I won't get pregnant. Never doing that again."

"I bring down rains so heavy it hurts the head; no more talking."

"Well I've seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town they tell you that this rain can sting, and look down there is no blood around see no sign of pain hay ay ay no pain seeing no red at all, see no rain."

"For just as the rain and the snow pour down from heaven And do not return there until they saturate the earth, making it produce and sprout, Giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, So my word that goes out of my mouth will be. It will not return to me without results, But it will certainly accomplish whatever is my delight, And it will have sure success in what I send it to do."

"Have you noticed that the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I'm back out. Gods and dogs alike delight to piss on me."

"For the rain it raineth every day."

"The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops; let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world."

"For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust."

"O Maruts, you raise up rain from the samudra [and] cause-to-rain."

"From the upper to the lower Samudra he released the celestial waters."

"[S]o much depends on the weather, so is it raining in your bedroom?"

"We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,—and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain."

"She waits for me; my lady Earth, Smiles and waits and sighs; I'll say her nay, and hide away, Then take her by surprise."

"How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet! How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn! How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn."

"Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary."

"And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain."

"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary."

"The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main."

"It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills."

"He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass."

"Life could not be lived wet, whether it be in rain or tears."

"I do not yearn for the cloud for I am not the rain. I am the sheer cloud itself, without whose presence there is no existence of rain."

"I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams."

"I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs."

"Twere better far That gods should quaff their nectar merrily, And men sing out the day like grasshoppers, So may they haply lull the watchful thunder."

"See how the rascals use me! They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder."

"The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth?"

"The sky is now indelible ink, The branches reft asunder; But you and I we do not shrink; We love the lovely thunder."

"Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work."

"The sky is changed! — and such a change! O night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!"

"Hark, hark! Deep sounds, and deeper still, Are howling from the mountain's bosom: There's not a breath of wind upon the hill, Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom: Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load."

"Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers."

"Thy thunder, conscious of the new command, Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house."

"As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning And a cry of lamentation, Repeated and again repeated, Deep and loud As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Swells and rose away in the distance, As if the sheeted Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance."

"The thunder, Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage, Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep."

"To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder? In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning?"

"Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?"

"The thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass."

"C'est l'éclair qui paraît, la foudre va partir."

"When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town."

"But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river— A moment white—then melts forever."

"The Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago, Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow."

"The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock treeHas given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued."

"If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I'm not the one for putting off the proof. Let it be overwhelming, off a roof And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust, And blind me to a standstill if it must."

"But he sent her Good-by, And said to be good, And wear her red hood, And look for skunk tracks In the snow with an ax — And do everything!"

"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow."

"The snow was getting so deep they could hardly drag their little legs through it, and the trees were thicker and more like each other than ever. There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and worst of all, no way out."

"My! it was fine, coming through the snow as the red sun was rising and showing against the black tree trunks! As you went along in the stillness, every now and then masses of snow slid off the branches suddenly with a flop! making you jump and run for cover. Snow castles and snow caverns had sprung up out of nowhere in the night-and snow bridges, terraces, ramparts-I could have stayed and played with them for hours."

"Then, on the silence of the snows there lay A Sabbath's quiet sunshine,—and its bell Filled the hushed air awhile, with lonely sway; For the stream's voice was chained by Winter's spell, The deep wood-sounds had ceased."

"琴詩酒友皆抛我 雪月花時最憶君"

"国境のトンネルを越えると雪国であった。夜の底が白くなった。"

"Huey: Days like this, I look out at all the snow and think. Man, this is beautiful… Then I wonder – is it really beautiful, or have we just been conditioned to think of everything “white” as beautiful? Is my mind, perhaps, not as liberated from the slave mentality as I thought? Then I think, what if snow were brown? Would I find it as nice to look at, or would it look “dirty”? Is this indicative that somewhere within my subconscious lurks some heretofore undiscovered self-hate?"

"...the wind had dropped, and the snow, tired of rushing around in circles trying to catch itself up, now fluttered gently down until it found a place on which to rest, and sometimes the place was Pooh's nose and sometimes it wasn't and in a little while Piglet was wearing a white muffler round his neck and feeling more snowy behind the ears than he had ever felt before."

"Snow forms mainly when water vapor turns to ice without going through the liquid stage. This process is called deposition. Snow can form in the gentle updrafts of stratus clouds or at high altitudes in very cold regions of a thunderstorm. Snowflakes that most of us are used to seeing are not individual snow crystals, but are actually aggregates, or collections, of snow crystals that stick or otherwise attach to each other. Aggregates can grow to very large sizes compared to individual snow crystals."

"In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago."

"Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere."

"Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air."

"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm."

"Come, see the north-wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion."

"Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow."

"Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled—where's the snow?"

"Notre Dame des Neiges."

"Sancta Maria ad Nives."

"As I saw fair Chloris walk alone, The feather'd snow came softly down, As Jove, descending from his tow'r To court her in a silver show'r. The wanton snow flew to her breast, As little birds into their nest; But o'ercome with whiteness there, For grief dissolv'd into a tear. Thence falling on her garment hem, To deck her, froze into a gem."

"Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? C'estoit le plus grand soucy qu'eust Villon, le poëte parisien."

"A little snow, tumbled about, anon becomes a mountain."

"O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water drops!"

"For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back."

"Lawn as white as driven snow."

"Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?"

"O the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling the sky and earth below; Over the house-tops, over the street, Over the heads of the people you meet, Dancing, flirting, skimming along."

"Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail."

"A rainbow in the morning Is the Shepherd's warning; But a rainbow at night Is the Shepherd's delight."

"God put the rainbow in the clouds, not just in the sky… It is wise to realize we already have rainbows in our clouds, or we wouldn't be here. If the rainbow is in the clouds, then in the worst of time, there is the possibility of seeing hope … We can say "I can be a rainbow in the cloud for someone yet to be." That may be our calling."

"You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud."

"I'm a high night flier and a rainbow rider And a straight-shooting son of a gun."

"God's glowing covenant."

"And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun."

"A Hebrew belief asserted that if Yahweh lays aside his bow and hangs it in the clouds, this is a sign that his anger has subsided. Other peoples have had similar ideas, based upon the tradition that an archer carries his bow with the ends pointing downward when he wishes to indicate his peaceful intentions."

"In ancient classical literature the rainbow sometimes was deified as Iris; at other times it was regarded merely as the route traversed by the messenger of Hera. The conception of the rainbow as a pathway or bridge has been widespread. For some it has been the best of all bridges, built out of three colors; for others the phrase "building on the rainbow" has meant a bootless enterprise. North American Indians were among those who thought of the rainbow as the Pathway of Souls, an interpretation found in many other places. Among the Japanese the rainbow is identified as the "Floating Bridge of Heaven"; and Hawaiian and Polynesian myths allude to the bow as the path to the upper world. In the Austrian Alps the souls of the righteous are said to ascend the bow to heaven; and in New Zealand the dead chieftains are believed to pass along it to reach their new home. In parts of France the rainbow is called the pont du St. Esprit, and in many places it is the bridge of St. Bernard or of St. Martin or of St. Peter. Basque pilgrims knew it as the 'puente de Roma'. Sometimes it is called instead the Croy de St. Denis (or of St. Leonard or of St. Bernard or of St. Martin). In Italy the name arcu de Santa Marina is relatively familiar. Associations of the rainbow and the milky way are frequent. The Arabic name for the milky way is equivalent to Gate of Heaven, and in Russia the analogous role was played by the rainbow. Elsewhere also the bow has been called the Gate of Paradise; and by some the rainbow has been thought to be a ray of light which falls on the earth when Peter opens the heavenly gate. In parts of France the rainbow is known as the porte de St. Jacques, while the milky way is called chemin de St. Jacques. In Swabia and Bavaria saints pass by the rainbow from heaven to earth; while in Polynesia this is the route of the gods themselves. In Eddic literature the bow served as a link between the gods and man — the Bifrost bridge, guarded by Heimdel, over which the gods passed daily. At the time of the Gotterdamerung the sons of Muspell will cross the bridge and then demolish it. Sometimes also in the Eddas the rainbow is interpreted as a necklace worn by Freyja, the "necklace of the Brisings," alluded to in Beowulf; again it is the bow of Thor from which he shoots arrows at evil spirits. Among the Finns it has been an arc which hurls arrows of fire, in Mozambique it is the arm of a conquering god. In the Japanese Ko-Ji-Ki (or Records of Ancient Matters), compiled presumably in 712, the creation of the island of Onogoro is related to the rainbow. Deities, standing upon the "floating bridge of heaven," thrust down a jeweled spear into the brine and stirred with it. When the spear was withdrawn, the brine that dripped down from the end was piled up in the form of the island. In myth and legend the rainbow has been regarded variously as a harbinger of misfortune and as a sign of good luck. Some have held it to be a bad sign if the feet of the bow rest on water, whereas a rainbow arching from dry land to dry land is a good augury. Dreambooks held that when one dreams of seeing a rainbow, he will give or receive a gift according as the bow is seen in the west or the east. The Crown-prince Frederick August took it as a good omen when, upon his receiving the kingdom form Napoleon in 1806, a rainbow appeared; but others interpreted it as boding ill, a view confirmed by the war and destruction of Saxony which ensued. By many, a rainbow appearing at the birth of a child is taken to be a favorable sign; but in Slavonic accounts a glance from the fay who sits at the foot of the rainbow, combing herself, brings death."

"Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray."

"'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky."

"Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art."

"Look up to the sky You'll never find rainbows If you're looking down."

"Through gloom and shadow look we On beyond the years! The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears."

"I finally broke into the prison I found my place in the chain Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows"

"The colors of my life Are bountiful and bold, The purple glow of indigo, The gleam of green and gold. The splendor of the sunrise, The dazzle of a flame, The glory of a rainbow, I'd put 'em all to shame."

"Caustics are the brightest places in an optical field. They are the singularities of geometrical optics. The most familiar caustic is the rainbow, a grossly distorted image of the Sun in the form of a giant arc in the skyspace of directions, formed by the angular focusing of sunlight that has been twice refracted and once reflected in raindrops."

"There's a rainbow round my shoulder And a sky of blue above, Oh the sun shines bright, the world's all right `Cause I'm in love."

"Over her hung a canopy of state, Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, But of a substance, though not animate, Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould, That only eyes of spirits might behold."

"And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth. And God said unto Noah, This is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh that is upon the earth."

"We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way."

"A rainbow which lasts for a quarter of an hour is looked at no longer.* Goethe"

"O beautiful rainbow;—all woven of light! There's not in thy tissue one shadow of night; Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear, And, bending above thee, the angels draw near, And sing,—"The rainbow! the rainbow! The smile of God is here.""

"Look, look, look to the rainbow Follow it over the hill and stream Look, look, look to the rainbow Follow the fellow who follows the dream."

"Somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true."

"Some day I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemondrops Away above the chimney tops, That's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then, oh why can't I?"

"God loves an idle rainbow, No less than laboring seas."

"Though our hearts be sad, and tearful Be our eyes in coming years. Memory will see bright rainbows On the cloud mist of our tears."

"The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope and fear, beating against the shores and rocks of time and fate, was not born of any book, nor of any creed, nor of any religion. It was born of human affection, and it will continue to ebb and flow beneath the mists and clouds of doubt and darkness as long as love kisses the lips of death. It is the rainbow — Hope shining upon the tears of grief."

"There was an awful rainbow once in heaven; We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings."

"Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning, Nor trusts the gorgeous sky."

"We could not keep in mind that it was celestial fire we were looking at, — fire cool as the water-drops out of which it was born, and on which it reclined. It lay apparently upon the trees, diffused itself among them, from the valley to the crown of the ridge, as gently as the glory in the bush upon Horeb, when "the angel of the Lord appeared unto Moses in a flame of fire, out of the midst of a bush; and he looked, and behold the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed." It seemed like nothing less than a message to mortals from the internal sphere, — the robe of an angel, awful and gentle, come to bear a great truth to the dwellers in the valley. And it was, no doubt. It meant all that the discerning eye and reverent mind felt it to mean. That Arabian bush would have been vital with no such presence, perhaps, to the gaze of a different soul."

"Consider now the token of the covenant which God gave to Noah. It was the rainbow. What is the rainbow? Sunlight turned back to our eye, through drops of falling rain. What sign could be more simple? And yet what sign could be more perfect? Noah's sons would fear that another flood was coming, perhaps flood after flood. The token of the rainbow said to them. No. Floods and rain are not to be the custom of this earth. Sunshine is to be the custom of it. Do not fear the clouds and storm and rain; look at the bow in the cloud, in the very rain itself. That is a sign that the sun, though you cannot see it, is shining still. That up above, beyond the cloud, is still sunlight, and warmth, and cloudless blue sky. Believe in God's covenant. Believe that the sun will conquer the clouds, warmth will conquer cold, calm will conquer storm, fair will conquer foul, light will conquer darkness, joy will conquer sorrow, life conquer death, love conquer destruction and the devouring floods; because God is light, God is love, God is life, God is peace and joy eternal and without change, and labours to give life, and joy, and peace, to man and beast and all created things. This was the meaning of the rainbow. Not a sudden or strange token, a miracle, as men call it, like as some voice out of the sky, or fiery comet, might have been; but a regular, orderly, and natural sign, to witness that God is a God of order. Whenever there was a rainy day there might be a rainbow. It came by the same laws by which everything else comes in the world. It was a witness that God who made the world is the friend and preserver of man; that His promises are like the everlasting sunshine which is above the clouds, without spot or fading, without variableness or shadow of turning."

"She was sick with nausea so deep that she perished as she sat. And then, in the blowing clouds, she saw a band of faint iridescence colouring in faint colours a portion of the hill. And forgetting, startled, she looked for the hovering colour and saw a rainbow forming itself. In one place it gleamed fiercely, and, her heart anguished with hope, she sought the shadow of iris where the bow should be. Steadily the colour gathered, mysteriously, from nowhere, it took presence upon itself, there was a faint, vast rainbow. The arc bended and strengthened itself till it arched indomitable, making great architecture of light and colour and the space of heaven, its pedestals luminous in the corruption of new houses on the lowhill, its arch the top of heaven. And the rainbow stood on the earth. She knew that the sordid people who crept hard-scaled and separate on the face of the world's corruption were living still, that the rainbow was arched in their blood and would quiver to life in their spirit, that they would cast off their horny covering of disintegration, that new, clean, naked bodies would issue to a new germination, to a new growth, rising to the light and the wind and the clean rain of heaven. She saw in the rainbow the earth's new architecture, the old, brittle corruption of houses and factories swept away, the world built up in a living fabric of Truth, fitting to the over-arching heaven."

"If you mean that the proximity of one color should give beauty to another that terminates near it, observe the rays of the sun in the composition of the rainbow, the colors of which are generated by the falling rain, when each drop in its descent takes every color of the bow."

"I will make company with creators, with harvesters, with rejoicers; I will show them the rainbow and the stairway to the Superman."

"The way I see it, if you want the rainbow you gotta be willing to put up with the rain."

"May I create plain fields by collecting clouds and bedeck them with arching rainbows."

"Life throws challenges and every challenge comes with rainbows and lights to conquer it."

"The sky itself is the eighth color of the rainbow, spread over the whole sky for us, all the time."

"What skilful limner o'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?"

"Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting."

"The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched."

"Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!"

"So the rainbow appear, The world hath no fear, Until thereafter forty year."

"Hung on the shower that fronts the golden West, The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest; Frail in its date, eternal in its guise."

"We of many cultures, languages and races are become one nation. We are the Rainbow People of God."

"We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that a savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter."

"Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One."

"An argument can be legitimately sustained only if the participants are speaking about the same level. Argumentation would — for the most part — be replaced with something akin to Niels Bohr's principle of complementarity. Information from and about the different vibratory levels of bands of consciousness — although superficially as different as X-Rays and radio waves — would be integrated and synthesized into one spectrum, one rainbow. … Each band or level, being a particular manifestation of the spectrum, is what it is only by virtue of the other bands. The color blue is no less beautiful because it exists along side the other colors of a rainbow, and "blueness" itself depends upon the existence of the other colors, for if there were no color but blue, we would never be able to see it. In this type of synthesis, no approach, be it Eastern or Western, has anything to lose — rather, they all gain a universal context."

"In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled, And the storm-clouds have shut out its light; But a Rainbow of Promise now shines on the world, And the universe thrills at the sight."

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows And what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, And rainbows have nothing to hide. So we've been told and some choose to believe it I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers and me."

"If allowed may I touch your hand And if pleased may I once again So that you too will understand There's a ribbon in the sky for our love."

"We can't lose with God on our side, We'll find strength in each tear we cry, From now on it will be you and I, And our ribbon in the sky, Ribbon in the sky, A ribbon in the sky for our love."

"My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky! So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!"

"So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm."

"HURRICANE, n. An atmospheric demonstration once very common but now generally abandoned for the tornado and cyclone. The hurricane is still in popular use in the West Indies and is preferred by certain old-fashioned sea-captains. It is also used in the construction of the upper decks of steamboats, but generally speaking, the hurricane's usefulness has outlasted it."

"I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman. He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye Of a hurricane that's abandoned."

"We are not this story's author, who fills time and eternity with his purpose. Yet his purpose is achieved in our duty; and our duty is fulfilled in service to one another. Never tiring, never yielding, never finishing, we renew that purpose today: to make our country more just and generous; to affirm the dignity of our lives and every life. This work continues. This story goes on. And an angel still rides in the whirlwind and directs this storm."

"It is better to meet danger than to wait for it. He that is on a lee shore, and foresees a hurricane, stands out to sea and encounters a storm, to avoid a shipwreck."

"There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms."

"Tempests occasionally shake our dwellings and dissipate our commerce; but they scourge before them the lazy elements, which without them would stagnate into pestilence."

"As noted scientist Richard Feynman once explained, "the earth is negative, and the potential in the air is positive." That tension is maintained by thunderstorms, which are happening at some point in the world at any given time. But that tension varies throughout the planet. On a day without a cloud in the sky, APG levels can get up to 100 volts per meter, the metric used to measure the strength of an electric field. However, in a thunderstorm those levels can rise up to 10 kilovolts per meter, exponentially larger."

"I know there is a God — I see the storm coming and I see his hand in it — if he has a place then I am ready — we see the hand."

"The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth?"

"Ride the air In whirlwind."

"We know the race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong. Do you not think an angel rides in the whirlwind and directs this storm?"

"Seventy-three men sailed in, from the San Francisco Bay, Rolled off of their ship and here's what they had to say. "We're calling everyone to ride along, to another shore. Where we can laugh our lives away and be free once more." But no one heard them calling, no one came at all, 'Cause they were too busy watching those old raindrops fall. As a storm was blowing, out on the peaceful sea, Seventy-three men sailing off to history."

"As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, When from thy shore the tempest beat us back, I stood upon the hatches in the storm."

"A little gale will soon disperse that cloud … for every cloud engenders not a storm."

"I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks, and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds But never till to-night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire."

"Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard."

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples."

"Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle."

"Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say "Behold" The jaws of darkness do devour it up."

"His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short."

"When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth."

"Let the storm cover all the lands!"

"At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth."

"If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine."

"Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes."

"I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot."

"The earth is rocking, the skies are riven— Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion, Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven."

"A storm in a cream bowl."

"Excitabat enim fluctus in simpulo."

"Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears."

"Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wild."

"C'est une tempête dans un verre d'eau."

"The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores."

"Lightnings, that show the vast and foaming deep, The rending thunders, as they onward roll, The loud, loud winds, that o'er the billows sweep— Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul!"

"Der Sturm ist Meister; Wind und Welle spielen Ball mit dem Menschen."

"Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear."

"For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully."

"Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether Whatever the whether, Whether we like it or not."

"Don't knock the weather. If it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation."

"Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air, and clouds and storms, and all the weather, through which you give your creatures sustenance. Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water; she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure."

"We often hear of bad weather, but in reality no weather is bad. It is all delightful, though in different ways. Some weather may be bad for farmers."

"My novels offer an extreme hypothesis which future events may disprove — or confirm. They're in the nature of long-range weather forecasts."

"Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; Tis hard to part when friends are dear; Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good night, but in some brighter clime Bid me good morning .."

"It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold."

"The sun was in mind to come out but having a look at the weather it was in lost heart and went back again."

"WEATHER, n. The climate of an hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned. The setting up of official weather bureaus and their maintenance in mendacity prove that even governments are accessible to suasion by the rude forefathers of the jungle."

"In Balder's hand Christ placed his own, And it was golden weather, And on that berg as on a throne The Brethren stood together! And countless voices far and wide Sang sweet beneath the sky All that is beautiful shall abide, All that is base shall die!"

"Who would true valour see Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather. There's no discouragement, Shall make him once relent, His first avow'd intent, To be a pilgrim."

"The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank—and starved together."

"There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm."

"A relationship is not like a bit of shade where one is comfortable or uncomfortable depending on the weather and the way the wind is blowing. On the contrary, it is a place of miracles, where the magician makes the rain and the good weather."

"You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather."

"A cloud was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather, Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together."

"What it says I don’t know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue [sky above. That he sings, and he sings; and forever sings he - I love my love, and my love loves me!"

"Those weathermen, too, who tell you that rain is bad weather. There's no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing, so get yourself a sexy raincoat."

"Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans."

"One day in the bluest of summer weather, Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing together Over some ornithological joke."

"In discussing the state of the atmosphere following a nuclear exchange, we point especially to the effects of the many fires that would be ignited by the thousands of nuclear explosions in cities, forests, agricultural fields, and oil and gas fields. As a result of these fires, the loading of the atmosphere with strongly light absorbing particles in the submicron size range (1 micron = 10-6 m) would increase so much that at noon solar radiation at the ground would be reduced by at least a factor of two and possibly a factor of greater than one hundred."

"The season has no character of its own, unless one is a farmer with a professional concern for the weather."

"External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather did not know where to have him. The heaviest rain, snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often “come down” handsomely, and Scrooge never did."

"Well, commander. I've learned it is never a good idea to play around with the forces of nature. But with this evil Romanov running loose again, we have no choice! This Weather Control Device provides very advanced manipulation of the weather patterns. These are God's toys, commander... use them wisely, ja?"

"April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain."

"Using computer generated predictions John von Neumann envisioned that weather and climate systems could be controlled, or atleast directed, by the release of perfectly practical amounts of energy, or by altering the absorption and reflection properties of the ground or the sea or the atmosphere. His philosophy was that all stable processes we shall predict. All unstable processes we shall control."

"...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world."

"Groves hated the weather, and the weathermen; they represented chaos and the messengers of chaos. Weather violated boundaries, ignored walls and gates, failed to adhere to deadlines, disobeyed orders. Weather caused delays. The weather forecasters had opposed the [atomic bomb] test date for months—it was set within a window of unfavorable conditions: thunderstorms, rain, high winds, inversion layers. Groves had overridden them. … Groves saw it as a matter of insubordination when the weather forecasters refused to forecast good weather for the test."

"The globe is covered with distinct weather systems that overlap, interact and thus cover the entire globe. The Gulf Stream is one example of a weather system that affects a regional climate."

"Yet with today's technological knowledge and computational tools, we can only define weather in terms of probability or chaos theories. Our scientific advancements have been exceptional during the last 400 years, but we still have only begun to understand."

"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, And rooks in families homeward go, And so do I."

"There is no way that we can predict the weather six months ahead beyond giving the seasonal average."

"And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather; For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these."

"The notion of time is to be considered in the nature of war, as it is in the nature of weather. For as the nature of foul weather lieth not in a shower or two of rain, but in an inclination thereto of many days together, so the nature of war consisteth not in actual fighting, but in the known thereto during all the time there is an assurance to the contrary."

"When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure."

"For the man sound in body and serene in 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."

"But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand."

"Meteorologist see perfect in strange things, and the meshing of three completely independent weather systems to form a hundred-year event is one of them. My God, thought Case, this is the perfect storm."

"The storm starts, when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping."

"Give 'em quips, give 'em fun And they'll happy to say you're A-1 If you become a farmer you've the weather to buck If you become a gambler you'll be stuck with your luck But Jack you'll never lack if you can quack like a duck Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown."

"Yes, today we have genuine Russian weather. Yesterday we had Swedish weather. I can't understand why your weather is so terrible. Maybe it is because you are immediate neighbours of NATO."

"I told her I'd rather talk about her, instead of listening to her drone on about the weather. Little did I know she was an aspiring meteorologist."

"I loved weather, all weather, not just the good kind. I loved balmy days, fearsome storms, blizzards, and spring showers. And the colors! Everyday brought something to be admired: the soft feathery patterns of cirrus clouds, the deep, dark grays of thunderheads, the lacy gold and peach of the early morning sunrise. The sky and its moods called to me."

"Nature is so powerful, so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy - your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself."

"When it is evening, ye say it will be fair weather: for the sky is red."

"There’s no such thing as bad weather. It’s just light and what you are gonna do about it!"

"...defined by islands and enclosed by the rainforest, out here, everything was open, and the weather was the fabric of the world."

"The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal gray lift my head from the pillow and then fall again with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather."

"But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather."

"Strange, fertile correspondences the alchemists sensed in unlikely orders of being. Between men and planets, plants and gestures, words and weather."

"Stickeen always insisted on going with me, however wild the weather, gliding like a fox through dripping huckleberry bushes and thorny tangles of panaz and rubus...Once he followed me over a glacier the surface of which was so crusty and rough that it cut his feet until every step was marked with blood..."

"Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory."

"The weather is so very mild That some would call it warm. Good gracious, aren’t we lucky child?..."

"Isn't the [lightning darling? Fear not the thunder, little one. It's weather, simply weather; It's friendly giants full of fun Clapping their hands together. I hope of lightning our supply Will never be exhausted ; You know it's lanterns in the sky angels who are losted. We [[love] the kindly wind and hail, The jolly thunderbolt, We watch in glee the fairy trail Of ampere, watt, and volt."

"By the waters of Life we sat together, Hand in hand in the golden days Of the beautiful early summer weather, When skies were purple and breath was praise."

"Just for the record, the weather today is partly suspicious with chances of betrayal."

"A Song for September Sorrow and scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather: Ah me, this glory and this grief Agree not well together!"

"Prayer: Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee to retain these immoderate rains with which we have had to contend. Grant us fair weather for Battle. Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call upon Thee that, armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies and establish Thy justice among men and nations. Amen."

"How to start on my adventure—how to become a forester—was not so simple. There were no schools of Forestry]] in America. … Whoever turned his mind toward Forestry in those days thought little about the forest itself and more about its influences, and about its influence on rainfall first of all. So I took a course in meteorology, which has to do with weather and climate. and another in botany, which has to do with the vegetable kingdom—trees are unquestionably vegetable. And another in geology, for forests grow out of the earth. Also I took a course in astronomy, for it is the sun which makes trees grow. All of which is as it should be, because science underlies the forester's knowledge of the woods. So far I was headed right. But as for Forestry itself, there wasn't even a suspicion of it at Yale. The time for teaching Forestry as a profession was years away."

"Why is it that showers and even storms seem to come by chance, so that many people think it quite natural to pray for rain or fine weather, though they would consider it ridiculous to ask for an eclipse by prayer?"

"Sometimes for years and years together, She ’ll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honour, pudding, pence, You can’t imagine why or whence;"

"A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves."

"If the first of July be rainy weather, It will rain, more of less, for four weeks together."

"Weather: President Reagan must be happy over how bad the weather's been this winter, because its the one thing no one's blaming on him. There is nothing television news likes better than bad weather, and we sure get a lot of it in the United States."

"For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters clown, To strengthen while one stands."

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."

"But by the fair weather that you make yourself - Many can brook the weather that cannot bear the wind - Considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold –‘Tis like to ne loud weather – But I must make fair weather yet awhile – Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate."

"The martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty."

"The weather and the giant of the weather, Say the weather, the mere weather, the mere air: An abstraction blooded, as a thought."

"If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pasture or gray grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf."

"In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted The tree trunks rifted."

"Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany-Tree."

"...of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule."

"I believe that in India "cold weather" is merely a conventional phrase and has come into use through the necessity of having some way to distinguish between weather which will melt a brass door-knob and weather which will only make it mushy."

"Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it. People are always ready to complain about a problem but never willing to solve it;..."

"As a verb weather means change in color, condition, etc., because of the effects of the sun, wind, rain, etc., over a long period of time. It also means to deal with or experience (something dangerous or unpleasant) without being harmed or damaged too much."

"As a noun weather is the state of the air and atmosphere at a particular time and place : the temperature and other outside conditions (such as rain, cloudiness, etc.) at a particular time and place, and bad or stormy weather. It is the state of the atmosphere with respect to heat or cold, wetness or dryness, calm or storm, clearness or cloudiness."

"I feel so much depends on the weather, so is it raining in your bedroom?"

"Pray don't talk to me about the weather,... Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous."

"Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society."

"ZEUS, n. The chief of Grecian gods, adored by the Romans as Jupiter and by the modern Americans as God, Gold, Mob and Dog. Some explorers who have touched upon the shores of America, and one who professes to have penetrated a considerable distance into the interior, have thought that these four names stand for as many distinct deities, but in his monumental work on Surviving Faiths, Frumpp insists that the natives are monotheists each having no other god than himself, whom he worships under many sacred names."

"Their ancestors had maintained, before the Christian era, that the Great Serpent—Jupiter, the Dragon of Life, the Father and “Good Divinity," had glided into the couch of Semelé, and now, the post-Christian Gnostics, with a very trifling change, applied the same fable to the man Jesus, and asserted that the same “Good Divinity”, Saturn (Ilda Baoth), had in shape of the “Dragon of Life”, glided over the cradle of the infant Mary."

"The forefathers who founded this capital city first named her “Rome”. They had named her river the Tiber and erected a classical capital of pantheons and temples, all adorned with images of history’s great gods and goddesses — Apollo, Minerva, Venus, Helios, Vulcan, Jupiter. In her center, as in many of the great classical cities, the founders had erected an enduring tribute to the ancients – the Egyptian obelisk."

"Oh Thunderer, surveying Rome's walls from the Tarpeian Rock. Oh Phrygian house gods of Iulus, Clan and Mystery of Quirinus who was carried off to heaven, Oh Jupiter of Latium seated in lofty Alda and Hearths of Vesta, Oh Rome, equal to the highest deity, favor my plans! Not with impious weapons do I pursue you. Here am I, Caesar, conqueror of land and sea, your own soldier, everywhere, now too, if I am permitted. The man who makes me your enemy, it is he who be the guilty one." Then he broke the barriers of war and through the swollen river swiftly took his standards. And Caesar crossed the flood and reached the opposite bank. From Hesperia's Forbidden Fields he took his stand and said, "Here I abandoned peace and desecrated law; fortune it is you I follow. Farewell to treaties. From now on war is our judge!""

"But though they provide a man with a calendar they do not provide him with a creed. A man did not stand up and say 'I believe in Jupiter and Juno and Neptune,' etc., and she stands up and says 'I believe in God the Father Almighty' and the rest of the Apostles’ creed."

"...they smell too much of that writer Ovid, and that writer Metamorphosis, and talk too much of Proserpina & Jupiter. Why here's our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down, [Ay] and Ben Jonson too."

"The vastness of heavens stretches my imagination...Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?"

"With the decrees of destiny, attempted to steal the box in which were kept the decrees of the Fates; but he found that it was fastened to 'the throne of Jupiter by a golden chain, and to remove it would pull down the pillars of heaven."

"The Alma Mater, the Goddess Multi-mammia, the founders of the oracles, the Memnon or first idols were always Black. Venus, Jupiter, Apollo, Bacchus, Hercules, Asteroth, Adonis, Horus, Apis, Osiris, Anon, in short all the wood and stone."

"The Greek demigod Perseus was born when the god Jupiter visited the virgin Danaë as a shower of gold and got her with child."

"The Presbyterians have cursed the God of the Catholics—charged them with idolatry—cursed their images, laughed at their … and yet Jupiter is just as powerful now as he was then, but the Roman people are not powerful, and that is all there was to Jupiter – the Roman people."

"The day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the supreme being as his father, in the womb of a virgin, will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva in the brain of Jupiter."

"For the planets round about him (the Sun), as though he were their king, lead on their dance, at appointed distances pursue their orbits at the utmost harmony....If, however, he should have nothing in common with them, except this power of doing good, which communicates unto all, then we ought to acquiesce in the reasoning of the Egyptian priests, who raise altars to the Sun conjointly with Jupiter; nay, rather we should assent to Apollo himself (long before them), who sits on the same throne with Jove, and whose words are, "One Jove, one Pluto, one Sun is Serapis. From which we must conclude that the sovereignty of the Sun and of Jupiter amongst the deities that are objects of intellect is held in common, or rather is one and the same."

"I have no vision of gods, not of Eros with love-arrows laden, Jupiter thundering death or of Juno his white-breasted queen, Yet have I seen All of the joy of the world in the innocent heart of a maiden."

"What chance has Vulcan against Roberts & Co., Jupiter against the lightning-rod and Hermes against the Credit Mobilier? All mythology overcomes and dominates and shapes the forces of nature in the imagination and by the imagination; it really vanished with real mastery over them."

"The worship of Siva, of Vishnu, and of other popular deities, is of the same, nay, in many cases, of a more degraded and savage character than the worship of Jupiter, Apollo, and Minerva.... A religion may linger on for a long time; it may be Mars,..."

"The flow of pilgrims rises dramatically when the planet Jupiter enters the house of Aries, and the Sun enters the house of Capricorn. This planetary alignment takes place once in 12 years, which is marked by Maha Kumbhamela, the great gathering of holy men, believed to be the largest congregation in the world."

"Dare to be wise! Energy and spirit is needed to overcome the obstacles which indolence of nature as well as cowardice of heart oppose to our instruction. It is not without significance that the old myth makes the goddess of Wisdom emerge fully armed from the head of Jupiter; for her very first function is warlike. Even in her birth she has to maintain a hard struggle with the senses, which do not want to be dragged from their sweet repose. The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error. Content if they themselves escape the hard labor of thought, men gladly resign to others the guardianship of their ideas, and if it happens that higher needs are stirred in them, they embrace with a eager faith the formulas which State and priesthood hold in readiness for such an occasion."

"Ceres Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flow'rs Diffusest honey drops, refreshing show'rs; And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown."

"Jupiter, the biggest planet in our solar system is called as 'Guru Graham' in Sanskrit. This planet is related to the intellect of humans. Hence it is called as Guru. The planet Jupiter, changes from one Raashi (12 astrological signs. Aries, Taurus, etc) to another every year. During the period of retrograde it slows down but still it makes up for the slowness and on an average it changes the Raashi house every year. This change generally happens in the last week of the month December. This type of calendar system is connected with the movement of the Sun and is called as Solar Calendar."

"For the temples, the sites for those of the gods under whose particular protection the state is thought to rest and for Jupiter, Juno, and Minerva, should be on the very highest point commanding a view of the greater part of the city. Mercury should be in the forum, or, like Isis and Serapis, in the emporium; Apollo and Father Bacchus near the theater; Hercules at the circus in communities which have no gymnasia nor amphitheatres; Mars outside the city but at the training ground, and so Venus, but at the harbor. It is moreover shown by the Etruscan diviners in treatises on their science that the fanes of Venus, Vulcan, and Mars should be situated outside the walls, in order that the young men and married women may not become habituated in the city to the temptations incident to the worship of Venus, and that buildings may be free from the terror of fires through the religious rites and sacrifices which call the power of Vulcan beyond the walls. As for Mars, when that divinity is enshrined outside the walls, the citizens will never take up arms against each other, and he will defend the city from its enemies and save it from danger in war."

"From prescription, in the case of hypaethral edifices, open to the sky, in honor of Jupiter Lightning, the Heaven, the Sun, or the Moon: for these are gods whose semblances and manifestations we behold before our very eyes in the sky when it is cloudless and bright."

"I [Trelawny] am likely to develop a cough, owing to the unlucky conjunction of Mars and Jupiter."

"The first and most ancient of men neither constructed temples no erected images, as they were unacquainted with painting, carving, and sculpture, and even architecture, as it might be easily proved. Nor was there amongst them the slightest memorial of those who were afterwards called gods and heroes; neither of Jupiter,' nor Saturn, nor Neptune, nor Apollo, nor Juno, nor Minerva, nor Bacchus, nor of those innumerable male and female deities, who were afterwards worshipped by the Greeks and Barbarians. Nor was there even a good or bad demon than acknowledged among mankind; but the stars of heaven alone were considered and adored as gods."

"The religious tenets of the Egyptians are much more ancient than those of the Greeks. They, however, held that Osiris and Isis were the sun and moon; and the ether difl'used through all space they named Jupiter; fire, Vulcan; the earth, Ceres; water, Oceanus, or their own river Nilus, to which also they ascribed the production of their gods; and the air, Minerva."

"Even at this day, paintings and sculptures exist which clearly attest that the notices of Egyptian mythology which occur … be Serapis, by others to be Dionusos (Bacchus), by others to be Pluto, by others to be Ammon, by others to be Jupiter,..."

"Many are of opinion that the proper Egyptian name of Jupiter is Amoun (which we pronounce Ammon); and Manethos, the Sebennite, thinks that this world signifies concealment, or that which is concealed."

"In Jupiter, his parents, his brothers, his sisters, and children, was there divided the province of presiding over all things natural and human; and each of them is distinguished from another by peculiar characteristics of age, symbols, names, and actions."

"Scythian religion given by Herodotus in any manner coincides with the accounts of the German religion given by Caesar and Tacitus. For he enumerates as Scythian deities Jupiter, Tellus, Apollo, Venus, Urania, Hercules, Mars, and Neptune; and he states Mars was the principal god of the Scythians, while amongst the Germans Tacitus ascribes this place to Mercury."

"... [the divinity of Nahusha.] the Greeks received this symbol from Egypt, and then, according to more than one writer, ascribed it, with its concomitant festivals and orgies, to the son of Jupiter and Semele."

"But it is a very remarkable circumstance, that an acquaintance with the seven days of the week, so familiar from remote antiquity to the people who originally spoke Sanskrit language, though unknown to the Greeks and Romans, should have been preserved among the Germans. It is true, indeed, that among them the days received their names from their principal deities, and not merely from the planets, which, in Hindu mythology, are considered only as celestial beings of an inferior description. There seems, also, to be no doubt that Germans selected the names of the same planets to designate the days of the week, which have been immemorially used for the same purpose by the Hindus; and that, in both Germany and India, their consecutive order was the day of the Sun, the Moon, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus and Saturn."

"Ickur splits the mountains, yet he does not split the waterskin."

"As Katrina was happening, in the aftermath of Katrina, a lot of people were talking about Octavia Butler and how the Parable series made them think about that."

"Katrina was more than a savage hurricane."

"When the levees broke, after Hurricane Katrina passed over New Orleans in 2005, it's inhabitants feared their city would die."

"The intense rainstorms sweeping in from the Pacific Ocean began to pound central California on Christmas Eve in 1861 and continued virtually unabated for 43 days."

"What’s not normal is to have atmospheric river events that are this large. [in terms of rainfall these events] are nearly equaling the historic record."

"Warmer atmospheric temperatures, in general, will mean the freezing levels are higher than they've been in the past. But while storms vary, even without climate change and some can be extra warm, just by natural situation, it's clear the background warming should increase the [freezing] levels. This makes for extra potential potency to the impact," he said. "The rivers are already high again, so this one's going to pack a wallop."

"[Biden and DeSantis discussed] the steps the federal government is taking to help Florida prepare for Hurricane Ian. The president and the governor committed to continued close coordination"

"We all need to work together, regardless of party lines. The administration wants to help. They realize this is a really significant storm"

"This is way, way, way bigger than Charlie."

"We're just beginning to see the scale of that destruction. It's likely to rank among the worst ... in the nation's history"

"We’re just beginning to see the scale of that destruction"

"Let me be clear. If you’re in a state where hurricanes often strike – like Florida or the Gulf Coast or into Texas – a vital part of preparing for hurricane season is to get vaccinated now. Everything is more complicated if you’re not vaccinated and a hurricane or a natural disaster hits"

"I followed not just the NHC track, the Euro model, the ICON model, the GFS — most of you probably don’t even know what those are"

"We don't want to brag by any stretch of the imagination, because you do that, and the next thing you know, you get hit by a w:Category 5 and something doesn't work as well"

"There’s a ton of EVs disabled from Ian. As those batteries corrode, fires start. That’s a new challenge that our firefighters haven’t faced before. At least on this kind of scale. #HurricaneIan"

"I wish a speedy recovery for the injured, and I hope that the crisis will pass quickly with Libyans standing together in unity."

"Away in the extreme south, a little hill of fog arose against the sky above the general surface, and as it had already caught the sun, it shone on the horizon like the topsails of some giant ship. There were huge waves, stationary, as it seemed, like waves in a frozen sea; and yet, as I looked again, I was not sure but they were moving after all, with a slow and august advance. And while I was yet doubting, a promontory of the hills some four or five miles away, conspicuous by a bouquet of tall pines, was in a single instant overtaken and swallowed up. It reappeared in a little, with its pines, but this time as an islet, and only to be swallowed up once more and then for good. This set me looking nearer, and I saw that in every cove along the line of mountains the fog was being piled in higher and higher, as though by some wind that was inaudible to me. I could trace its progress, one pine-tree first growing hazy and then disappearing after another; although sometimes there was none of this fore-running haze, but the whole opaque white ocean gave a start and swallowed a piece of mountain at a gulp. It was to flee these poisonous fogs that I had left the seaboard, and climbed so high among the mountains. And now, behold, here came the fog to besiege me in my chosen altitudes, and yet came so beautifully that my first thought was of welcome."

"It was by this time about nine in the morning, and the first fog of the season. A great chocolate-coloured pall lowered over heaven, but the wind was continually charging and routing these embattled vapours; so that as the cab crawled from street to street, Mr. Utterson beheld a marvellous number of degrees and hues of twilight; for here it would be dark like the back-end of evening; and there would be a glow of a rich, lurid brown, like the light of some strange conflagration; and here, for a moment, the fog would be quite broken up, and a haggard shaft of daylight would glance in between the swirling wreaths."

"They were shrouded in the fog which made the night heavy, opaque, and nauseous. It was like a pestilential cloud dropped on the earth. It could be seen swirling past the gas-lights, which it seemed to put out at intervals. The pavement was as slippery as on a frosty night after rain, and all sorts of evil smells seemed to come up from the bowels of the houses—the stench of cellars, drains, sewers, squalid kitchens—to mingle with the horrible savour of this wandering fog."

"The 1974 Super Tornado Outbreak was one of the worst weather days in U.S. history. [...] Before April 27, 2011, it was the tornado event everyone talked about."

"Technology has come a long way since then. In 1974, weather radar was crude by today’s standards. We could only see a depiction of the precipitation over a large area. There was no Doppler radar, which allows us to peer inside of storms and see areas of rotation. We lacked the computer power to zoom in and pinpoint the most dangerous part of the storm, let alone track it in real time to give people in the path a heads up to when the storm would be in their backyard."

"When we hit the bottom of those basement steps, it sounded like a freight train was outside. I remember looking up at our basement window and all I could see was a brown swirling. I never prayed harder in my life. Then suddenly, it got deathly silent. You couldn't hear anything. No birds chirping. It was just still."

"Given the bottleneck of transmitting numerous warnings via teletype during the super outbreak, the NWS knew it needed a better way to get a warning directly to the public. The NOAA Weather Radio network expanded from only 50 to 60 stations mostly in large cities near the coasts to 330 more."