There was an edge to this darkness…. A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. – George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones, 1996

My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather. – Terri Guillemets, “April morning on the patio,” 1988

He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. “I am,” he sighed deeply, “contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.” – Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea, 1993

[T]here has been a violent storm and rain…. This morning shone as bright as if it meant to make up for all the dismalness of the past days. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1841 October 7th