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The street was overcast again: the sun was hidden by heavy low clouds, a strong wind swayed the trees, from which they rustled anxiously, as if whispering something to each other. Despite the middle of summer, the weather was like autumn, as is often the case in St. Petersburg and its environs. Even the birds chirped somehow in autumn, anxiously and unevenly.

Everyone scolds the weather, but no one fights with it.

Looking for justice in life is like looking for the city of your dreams on Earth, where the weather is always good, where people are friendly and kind, where there is no pain and tears.

There are days when you hear the approach of a thunderstorm, and there is tense silence all around, and suddenly the pressure changes barely perceptibly - this is the breath of bad weather flying over the planet, its shadow, gust, haze. The air presses on your ears, and you are stretched like a string in anticipation of an impending storm. The sky is spotted, the sky is colored, the clouds are thickening, the mountains are cast with metal. Somewhere in the house, a clock sings: “Time, time, time, time ...” Quietly, gently, like water dripping on velvet.

Philosophical wisdom: what is the weather on the street - such is the state of the human soul.

Life can be as changeable as the weather. So Imogen was not blind to the fickleness of life. She knew how fragile the threads that make up someone's existence can be.

Everybody constantly insists that dry frost is better than wet frost, but for me - cold is cold. Minus 13 is minus 13, and you can't go anywhere.

It was March. But it is not always possible to rely on meteorology, it sometimes arranges a June evening earlier or later than it should be.

... the law always grazes on flooded meadows, where the grass is lush, and predators are not found, and the weather is always even, sunny, but life is different, in it there are wolves with jackals and hyenas, and a swamp bog, and potholes, and thunderstorms with hail. In sacking competitions, the winner is not the one who runs faster, but the one who knows how to run better in sacks.

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Every minute spent with you was blinding. Whether it's good weather, bad weather, or just a fine day. I loved every moment.

It is often difficult to breathe during the heat - depression can also be compared to a state of internal suffocation.

Start from scratch.

There are three weather in our city: mud, mud has dried up, mud is frozen.