Fairs Quote by George Herbert

My mother, who hates thunderstorms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there…

— Philip Larkin

The smiling daughter of the storm.

— Charles Caleb Colton

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

— George Herbert

Storm, Rain, and Sunshine, huh? (Talon) My mother’s doing. I’m just glad she stopped at three. I was told the next one would have…

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

“rare frost that morning, the wind howling”

— Colson Whitehead

When God will, no winde but brings raine.

— George Herbert

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

— Bayard Taylor

Every storm runs, runs out of rain

— Gary Allan

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares and joys…

— William Shakespeare

“People born in the fall and winter are more likely to be larks;”

— Daniel H. Pink

“Shall I compare thee to a Wintercearig day?”

— Rainbow Harvest

Every storm runs outta rain just like every dark night turns into day.

— Garry Allan