Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. (“Sonnet 18”)
If April showers should come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May.
I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.
This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather. (Phil)
Once a year, the eyes of the nation turn to this tiny hamlet in Western Pennsylvania to watch a master at work. The master? Punxsutawney Phil, the world’s most famous weatherman. The groundhog. (Phil)
The groundhog is like most other prophets; it delivers its prediction and then disappears.
I covet solitude and storms…and rain, with its geography of dark silence and distance.
Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.