St. Gallen - Weather

Weather

St. Gallen has an average of 144 days of rain or snow per year and on average receives 1,248 mm (49.1 in) of precipitation. The wettest month is August during which time St.Gallen receives an average of 155 mm (6.1 in) of rain. During this month there is precipitation for an average of 13.5 days. The month with the most days of precipitation is May, with an average of 14.3, but with only 134 mm (5.3 in) of rain or snow. The driest month of the year is February with an average of 64 mm (2.5 in) of precipitation over 13.5 days.

Climate data for St.Gallen
Month Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec Year
Average high °C (°F) 1.8
(35.2)
3
(37)
6.3
(43.3)
10.3
(50.5)
15
(59)
18
(64)
20.5
(68.9)
19.7
(67.5)
17
(63)
11.9
(53.4)
6.4
(43.5)
2.7
(36.9)
11.1
(52.0)
Daily mean °C (°F) −1.1
(30.0)
−0.1
(31.8)
2.9
(37.2)
6.3
(43.3)
10.6
(51.1)
13.8
(56.8)
16.1
(61.0)
15.6
(60.1)
13
(55)
8.5
(47.3)
3.4
(38.1)
−0.2
(31.6)
7.4
(45.3)
Average low °C (°F) −3.8
(25.2)
−2.9
(26.8)
−0.1
(31.8)
2.8
(37.0)
6.8
(44.2)
9.9
(49.8)
12.1
(53.8)
11.8
(53.2)
9.3
(48.7)
5.4
(41.7)
0.7
(33.3)
−2.8
(27.0)
4.1
(39.4)
Precipitation mm (inches) 65
(2.56)
64
(2.52)
73
(2.87)
110
(4.33)
134
(5.28)
152
(5.98)
152
(5.98)
155
(6.1)
115
(4.53)
74
(2.91)
86
(3.39)
71
(2.8)
1,248
(49.13)
Avg. precipitation days 11.8 10.2 12.4 13.4 14.3 14.3 13.4 13.5 9.8 8.6 11 11.3 144
Source: MeteoSchweiz

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