The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers

Got snow drifts? Think of all the magical snowmen buried beneath, waiting for release. – Dr.SunWolf, 2015 tweet, professorsunwolf.com

Meantime there came a shower, which so besprinkled the grass and shrubbery as to make it rather wet for our after-tea ramble. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1842 August 15th

How refreshing is the breeze which now fans my forehead!—it seems like the sweet breath of a guardian Angel. – Charles Lanman, “Musings,” 1840