Is the weather a major character in your stories?

The heat of summer plays a key role in Conspiracy of Lies. Photo: SkyMet Weatherwise
The heat of summer plays a key role in Conspiracy of Lies. Photo: SkyMet Weatherwise

WHEN IT COMES TO WEATHER, there is one basic truism about writing novels.

Don’t start the book with it.

The first line of a novel shouldn’t be “the day was cold and rainy,” or “a heavy blanket of storm clouds were gathering in the west,” or “a hot summer sun bore down on his bare head as he walked along the street.”

Weather has no place at the beginning. Weather is generally boring at the beginning.

But weather has a definite place in a good novel. Weather has a major role to play. It can, in many cases, become one of your leading characters.

It creates mood.

It creates atmosphere.

It can create suspense in a mystery.

It can create a romantic backdrop for a love story.

It sets time.

It sets the season.

It sets place.

However, when dealing with weather, it’s all show and not tell.

Don’t say it’s hot.

Don’t say it’s cold.

Don’t say it’s stormy.

Choose the words that allow your reader to discover how hot, cold, or stormy it might be.

Here is how James Lee Burke did it in The Wayfaring Stranger: It was the year none of the seasons followed their own dictates. The days were warm and the air hard to breathe without a kerchief, and the nights cold and damp. The wet burlap nailed over the windows was stiff with the grit that blew in clouds out of the west, amid sounds like a train grinding across the prairie.

And I have always been haunted by Raymond Chandler’s opening of Red Wind: There was a desert wind opening in the night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.

Chandler began his story with the weather, and he got away with it.


The weather curled your hair.

The weather made your nerves jump.

The weather made your skin itch.

Mayhem followed where the hot dry winds blew.

J.K. Rowling used the weather to set the stage for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

Sherwood Anderson used a short paragraph about the weather in Winesburg, Ohio, and you immediately felt as though you were no longer on the outside looking in. You were standing in the middle of the story itself. He wrote: The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn’t that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.

There is an old saying that one generation always hands down to the next. Some claim it was first uttered by Mark Twain: “Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it.”

Well, when writing a novel, you can do anything you want to with the weather.

I prefer to make it a major character.

The weather is like a noose.

Drop it around your reader’s throat and pull tighter and tighter as the novel moves along.

It’s cold.

It stays cold.

It’s hot.

It stays hot.

A storm hits.

It doesn’t leave.

In Conspiracy of Lies, I wanted to create the stifled misery of August in New Mexico. I wrote: The morning chill had wilted, and beyond the edge of town, he could see the heat already rising up off the desert floor. The heat was dry and prickly, working its way into his flesh like a thorn. It had already begun to fester.

Of course, I hardly ever have the stories in my novels last for more than a week, so it’s only natural for the weather to hang around to the bitter end.

But these are two things I do know.

Heat or cold makes the good guys miserable.

Heat or cold is even worse on the bad guys.

As Raymond Chandler said, on those kinds of nights anything can happen.

And it usually does.

My Conspiracy of Lies was stifled and smothered by the unbearable heat of New Mexico.



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  • You have to mention where you are and what it’s like (time/date/place) SOMETIME in a scene – so use it to foster as many of the other aims in the scene as you can – character, theme, plot, even genre.

    You can’t leave the reader hanging in time and space.

    What I like is that weather can so easily be used to get at the mood, because weather always affects mood (it’s a gray day outside – I feel dim).

    Guy out on a motorcycle ride on a country road: make it dangerous instantly by making it dark, sleety, and cold enough for black ice. But don’t just say that – work it into the story.

    • Caleb Pirtle

      How the characters react to the weather is often the key point of a story.

  • The way you described the weather is visceral and real. You can tell you’ve been at this writing thing a while. 🙂

    • Caleb Pirtle

      Writing’s easy. It’s not tough like Scrabble.

  • Don Newbury

    Weather was at least a sub-plot of a real life experience. Invited to speak in the Amarillo area, I gave a “no way” response, since I had a lunch talk in Central Texas. “We’ll send a plane for you,” the inviter said. That sounded cushy, and I agreed. The plane, an old four-seater, was on time. The pilot snarled back at the weather, with black clouds gathering quickly toward the west. (Younger and “foolisher,” I buckled my seat belt–after all, I was the speaker, I HAD to be there. In no time, the flight was beyond bumpy, the pilot pushing buttons and pulling handles I’d never seen before. (They may have been WW II surplus items.) I asked her what they might be saying at flight control about the weather. “Why would I do that?” she asked. “They’re down there guessing at it; we’re up here where it’s at.” Immediately, my feelings were way below “sinking.” She dodged some of it, hit the edge of the rest and wrestled the aircraft to a decent landing, 40-45 minutes after anticipated arrival time. “Nothing to it,” she smiled as she walked away, pushing a bike she’d brought along for the flight. I told my host of the experience, joking that if such a situation EVER arose in the future, I’d expect the inviter to come along with the pilot. It hasn’t, because I’ve learned to say “No, I’m sorry, but….”

    • Caleb Pirtle

      Bad weather is a good reason to give up flying.

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