Whispers of the Weather
In the morning light, the sun ascends,
Painting the sky with hues of gold,
A gentle breeze, the day begins,
Stories of weather, yet untold.
Clouds drift by in a languid dance,
Their shadows cast on fields below,
Nature’s mood swings in a trance,
From bright sunshine to a gentle glow.
The wind picks up, a playful gust,
Rustling leaves in a secret song,
Bending trees with quiet trust,
A force both gentle and strong.
Raindrops fall in rhythmic grace,
A lullaby on rooftops’ tiles,
They trace patterns on each face,
Bringing life in endless miles.
Thunder rolls with mighty roar,
Lightning splits the darkened sky,
Nature’s fury at the core,
A fierce display that electrifies.
Then calm returns, a hush of night,
Stars peek through a sky now clear,
Weather’s tale in day and night,
A symphony for all to hear.
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