1 The June weather was delicious.
2 It was summer-time, and lovely weather.
3 The weather was miserably raw, and the two cursed the cold.
4 It was wretched weather; stormy and wet, stormy and wet; and mud, mud, mud, deep in all the streets.
5 It was protected from the weather by an ingenious little tarpaulin contrivance in the nature of an umbrella.
6 That he was a muscular man, strong on his legs, and that he was browned and hardened by exposure to weather.
7 It was fine summer weather again, and, as I walked along, the times when I was a little helpless creature, and my sister did not spare me, vividly returned.
8 We were joined by no stragglers from the village, for the weather was cold and threatening, the way dreary, the footing bad, darkness coming on, and the people had good fires in-doors and were keeping the day.
9 Too heavily out of sorts to care much at the time whether it were he or no, or after all to touch the breakfast, I washed the weather and the journey from my face and hands, and went out to the memorable old house that it would have been so much the better for me never to have entered, never to have seen.