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** "Reflections on the Winter of My Soul" starts--fittingly--with a description of winter blizzard.
--> Outside, the blizzard gathered howling force with each minute—a fury of white crystalline coldness whose blasts penetrated the thick stone walls, raced through dark hallways and billowed the heavy tapestries.

--> Death came shimmering through the afternoon heat.

* "[[Literature/{{Kane}} Reflections on the Winter of My Soul]]" starts--fittingly--with a description of winter blizzard.

* Also from ''Literature/{{Kane}}'', "Mirage" opens with a description of a terribly hot summer day, which saps strenght of a group of mercenaries trying to escape following a lost war.

-->''September 28, 1997. It is exactly 11 a.m. At the funfair, near the ghost train, the marshmallow twister is twisting. Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, Felix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe. Meanwhile, at the Sacré-Cœur, the nuns are practicing their backhand. The temperature is 24 degrees, humidity 70%, atmospheric pressure 990 millibars.''

* ''Discworld/WyrdSisters'' parodies this. The narration begins with and keeps mentioning a storm, but in fact the storm is treated as a sentient background character (this ''is'' Discworld, after all).

"[[Literature/{{Kane}} Reflections on the Winter of My Soul]]" starts--fittingly--with a description of winter blizzard.

* ''[[https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1052763/1/The-Last-Kiss-Goodbye The Last Kiss Goodbye]]'' (a ''[[Series/StarTrekVoyager Voyager]]'' uber fic) opens with "It was one of those hot LA days when the sun reached down and casually smacked you around the head till you were drenched in sweat like a second rate palooka after a ten-round bout." Not to be outdone, the following night is "one of those cold LA nights when the fog swept in from the ocean and wrapped this tawdry harlot of a town in a thick blanket to hide its phony glitter from the rest of the world." But as the protagonist points out, Hollywood is full of cliches.

-->It was a fine summer morning -- perfect for Extermination Day.

* The scifi parody ''The Creature Wasn't Nice'':
-->'''Max the computer:''' Goooood morning! It's a bright new day aboard the good ship Vertigo! The time is 8:30 in the a.m. The weather outside is a brisk 200 degrees below zero!

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* Literally the first words heard in ''Anime/KikisDeliveryService'', from Kiki's (father's) transistor radio, are a weather forecast.

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* ''FanFic/AncientLanguages'' opens with, "It was a Tuesday morning, the sky was black, and the earth seemed to tremble with the mighty rumbling of the thunder. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind whipped the trees around like they were twigs."

* ''FanFic/LegendaryGenesis'': The story has been criticized for its flowery opening paragraph.

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-->''September 28, 1997. It is exactly 11 a.m. At the funfair, near the ghost train, the marshmallow twister is twisting. Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, Felix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe. Meanwhile, at the Sacre Coeur, the nuns are practising their backhand. The temperature is 24 degrees, humidity 70%, atmospheric pressure 990 millibars.''
* Played with in ''Film/ThrowMommaFromTheTrain''. Larry Donner suffered writer's block to the point that the only thing he had written for his new novel was, "The night was..." He kept trying variations:
-->"The night was dry. Yet it was raining."
-->"The night was hot and wet..."
-->"The night was moist..."

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* In ''[[Literature/NineteenEightyFour 1984]]'': "It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen".

** Parodied by Neil Gaiman's ''Literature/{{Neverwhere}}'': "The sky was the perfect untroubled blue of a television screen turned to a dead channel." Because by the time Gaiman was writing, [=TVs=] didn't show static if there wasn't a signal.

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* ''{{Seinfeld}}'', "The Marine Biologist ": InUniverse, when George tells the story of how he saved a beached whale.

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* Including a line about the weather is traditionally part of the opening paragraph when writing (paper) letters to someone in Japan. Here, it's less whether outside it's sunny or rainy or whatever and more about the season - references to the state of the cherry blossoms or whether the cicadas are out are more in line. For an example, check the pre-credits monologue of Nodoka's letter to her Student Council President predecesor Sokabe-sempai in ''Manga/KOn'' (season 2, episode 7).
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* An ObligatoryTrope in Creator/NeilGaiman's ''The Case of Four and Twenty Blackbirds'', given that the protagonist is a private eye.

* From ''Literature/TinkerTailorSoldierSpy''.
-->Smiley was soaked to the skin and God as a punishment had removed all taxis from the face of London.

* ''FanFic/TheLastKissGoodbye'' (a ''[[Series/StarTrekVoyager Voyager]]'' uber fic) opens with "It was one of those hot LA days when the sun reached down and casually smacked you around the head till you were drenched in sweat like a second rate palooka after a ten-round bout." Not to be outdone, the following night is "one of those cold LA nights when the fog swept in from the ocean and wrapped this tawdry harlot of a town in a thick blanket to hide its phony glitter from the rest of the world." But as the protagonist points out, Hollywood is full of cliches.

* ''Bread Overhead'', a sci-fi comedy by FritzLeiber, begins with a "blisteringly hot but guaranteed weather-controlled future summer day".

* The whole song of "Summer in the City" is a weather forecast: Hot, Humid, and miserable during the day, cooler and less oppressive at night.

* ''The Last Kiss Goodbye'' (a ''[[Series/StarTrekVoyager Voyager]]'' uber fic) opens with "It was one of those hot LA days when the sun reached down and casually smacked you around the head till you were drenched in sweat like a second rate palooka after a ten-round bout." Not to be outdone, the following night is "one of those cold LA nights when the fog swept in from the ocean and wrapped this tawdry harlot of a town in a thick blanket to hide its phony glitter from the rest of the world." But as the protagonist points out, Hollywood is full of cliches.