The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
Don't forget: Beautiful sunsets need cloudy Skies.
I get depressed when the sun is clouded over. It affects me.
I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.
It's never sunny in Buffalo.
The rainy season in Vermont is not long, but it definitely gets gloomy.
I don't expect the sun to be always shining, or even want that to happen.
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.
Bad weather always looks worse through a window.
In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.
I actually don't think Ireland has a summer. I never experienced a summer there. It was just so wet.
Thank Heaven, the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
Raoden turned to regard the large Dula. "What does it matter? It's not like we have anything pressing to do. It's actually quite pleasant up here—you should just sit back and enjoy it." An ominous crash came from the clouds above them, and Raoden felt a wet drop splat against his head. "Fantastic," Galladon grumbled. "I'm enjoying myself already.
Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I feel as if nature is in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul.
Look for the Sunlight through the Clouds.
The Great British summer has many qualities, but unfortunately guaranteed warm weather is not one of them.
Waves of a serene life pass over us from time to time, like flakes of sunlight over the fields in cloudy weather.
It rarely rains in Hollywood - and I love the rain. There are ups and downs to anywhere in the world, but I get frustrated without any rain.
I like the weather in England.
I think the genetics of being Irish are that you sort of prefer when it's rainy and cloudy. It's just genetic.
The weather in England can really darken your spirits.
Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
In London, a lot of the time you don't see the sun shine.
