Glarus - Weather

Weather

Glarus has an average of 148.2 days of rain per year and on average receives 1,416 mm (55.7 in) of precipitation. The wettest month is August during which time Glarus receives an average of 177 mm (7.0 in) of precipitation. During this month there is precipitation for an average of 14.7 days. The month with the most days of precipitation is June, with an average of 15.1, but with only 164 mm (6.5 in) of precipitation. The driest month of the year is January with an average of 86 mm (3.4 in) of precipitation over 14.7 days.

Climate data for Glarus
Month Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec Year
Average high °C (°F) 2
(36)
3.7
(38.7)
7.9
(46.2)
12.6
(54.7)
17.4
(63.3)
20.2
(68.4)
22.2
(72.0)
21.2
(70.2)
18.3
(64.9)
13.7
(56.7)
7.4
(45.3)
3.1
(37.6)
12.5
(54.5)
Daily mean °C (°F) −1.2
(29.8)
0.3
(32.5)
3.6
(38.5)
7.7
(45.9)
12
(54)
14.9
(58.8)
16.9
(62.4)
16.2
(61.2)
13.4
(56.1)
9.1
(48.4)
3.7
(38.7)
−0.3
(31.5)
8
(46)
Average low °C (°F) −4
(25)
−2.7
(27.1)
−0.1
(31.8)
3.2
(37.8)
7
(45)
10
(50)
12.1
(53.8)
11.8
(53.2)
9.3
(48.7)
5.3
(41.5)
0.5
(32.9)
−3.3
(26.1)
4.1
(39.4)
Precipitation mm (inches) 86
(3.39)
87
(3.43)
91
(3.58)
104
(4.09)
127
(5)
164
(6.46)
175
(6.89)
177
(6.97)
112
(4.41)
89
(3.5)
101
(3.98)
102
(4.02)
1,416
(55.75)
Avg. precipitation days 11.7 10.3 12.3 13 14.5 15.1 15.1 14.7 10.9 8.9 10.9 10.8 148.2
Source: MeteoSchweiz

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