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. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLIII

The snow is sparkling like a million little suns. – Lama Willa Miller

For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. – George Gissing, “Winter,” The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903

Still occasionally mistaking brightness for warmth. – Rob Temple, @SoVeryBritish (Very British Problems: Making Life Awkward for Ourse