I love how spring sprung and then disappeared again.

Rain cancels plans, upsetting some and delighting others.

I fondly remember my days as a younger man when I didn’t care what the weather was going to do.

No one tells you that the older you get, the more often you check your weather app.

Who called it a heatwave and not a temperature tantrum?

It’s like winter is mad and keeps storming out, then coming back yelling ‘and another thing!’

I’d trust a groundhog over a weatherman any day.

In Russia, the cold complains about you.

I love being outside, just not when it’s too cold or too hot or too wet or too windy or if there are bugs.

It’s cold and dark outside, made me think of you.

The sound of rain outside when you’re in bed is elite.

It’s crazy windy today. Trash is blowing everywhere, so watch out for your ex.

Phone so dry, I caught myself checking the weather.

I like warm weather but only to a certain degree.

80 percent of my life now is just “hmmmm… should I bring my jacket or not?”

Meteorologists are always talking about the weather and hardly ever about meteors.

“You’re under the weather?” We all are, idiot. It’s in the sky.

I identify as a weather forecast: Anything’s possible.

It’s so foggy outside. Y’all gotta stop vaping.

November is for turtlenecks and depression.