March come in like a lion and out like a lamb
As the day lengthens, the cold strengthens
A green Christmas makes a fat churchyard
A dry May and a dripping June
Makes the farmer’s heart beat a merry tune
When the wind’s from the south the rain is near
If you can see the mountains, it’s gonna rain: if you can’t, it is raining
All the months of the year curse a fair February
Cold April – good harvest
April showers bring forth May flowers
April winds hurt neither hay nor corn
Cast not a clout till May is out [Winter draw[er]s on!]
Mist in May, heat in June, harvest soon
A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay
Rain before seven, fine at eleven
The robin under a bush means rain: when he’s on top, all is well
The warm side of the stone turns up on St Patrick’s Day
‘The South wind brings wet weather
The North, wet and cold together
The West wind always brings us rain
The East wind blows it back again’
A cat scratching a table’s legs is a sign of rain
If Candlemas Day be bright and clear, there’ll be two winters that year
Soft rustling in the trees betokens rain