WeatherOne worth keeping
“Cold as a cast-iron commode.”
The kind of cold you feel somewhere personal.
The kind of cold you feel somewhere personal.
Torrential, loud, and going everywhere.
Rain so heavy even the frogs are in trouble.
It's raining while the sun shines.
As hot as the hottest part of the flame.
Scorching — like a cheap gun that's been fired all day.
A storm's on the way. Get the laundry in.