Sheets of sleet hurtled themselves against the windows…

When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees…

— Alice Hoffman

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet…

— Leonard Cohen

“I was going to grow up to walk in sleet in fields...”

— Jack Kerouac

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send…

— Robert Browning

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.

— Simon Dach

A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and…

— Edward Gorey

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which…

— Terry Pratchett

You never know: rain, sleet, hail, snow, See you gotta accept that's how things go. Prepare for the rainy day, or the sun's glow,…

— Q-Tip

I'm still dominant and that's what matters, ... But rain, snow, sleet, it doesn't matter. I'm going to go out and try and win…

— Justin Gatlin

Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet; Should the big last extend the shoe too…

— John Gay

The Four Horsemen whose Ride presages the end of the world are known to be Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence. But even less significant…

— Terry Pratchett

To be forgotten is to sleep in peace with the undisturbed myriads, no longer subject to the chills and heats, the blasts, the sleet,…

— Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

— Gayle Forman

“Outside, the sleet had gotten thicker. You could hear it pebbling against the large glass windows, you could see it swirling wildly through the…

— Dan Chaon

When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking…

— Charles Dickens