Poems about Weather poems

------ wet morning but is alreadybrightening up a time for the sun on your face the impish wind is raising my gauzy scarf is sailing and as the kiteon the sky an August sun through leave

The Weather Maker reigns above, creating all weather we speak of, The One and Only True Creator, from both the poles to the equator, Over this planet that we call earth, He’s the Only One who can

The weather warming up a bit it's getting warm todayAnd people for the weekend will be heading for the bayTo do a bit of fishing and relax by the seaTo surf or go skin diving or have a sea side tea

The sun it does seem to be struggling through the dark gray clouds for to shineAnd though rain is in the weather forecast the day it is holding out fine'Tis the typical sort of weather one expects o

Nothing can compare, to a day that's filledwith glorious sunshine! It's magical, how itcan lift you out of a dreary existance, thatcuts like a knife. It has the ability to put asmile back on your

The night sobbedHer heart-out - near fully, That is why the day arises happy.Joyous as a songbird full of mirthBut see how the blackbird is nestingIn some dark shadows girth. Gazing through - ye

Crisp and white and coldIt was a beautiful snowy dayLife seemed devoid of turmoilAs I watched the ducks at playTrees covered in their lacy winter whiteThe sky was gray with threatening snowAnd

A sheet of wet curls lay over her faceshe'd been drenched by the downpour and her brand new shoes were indubitably ruined Louisiana weather could do this to a girlone day is sunny and humidand

Scorching sun mayPush us to stop and turnIn pricking hot sandOur feet might burnOn our way, we may beStopped by twisting hurricanesAnd might be troubledBy lashing heavy rainsWinter would be

February sulks its shadowOver moorland, marsh and meadow.Dreary drizzle unabating, Then there's weather worse awaiting: Fog and frost and soft snow driftedDeep in heaps that can't be shifted, Ra

Re: HEAT WAVE Dear Sir, we've had enough. Do you forget, I think you do, perhaps, Our temperate position on the maps? Daily we mourn the collar's swift collapse, The limp and wrinkled cuff. De

Walking in the rainCatching the raindropsAs we laughed in loveWas fun with you, gentle youBut now the dark cloudsBringing storm and rainTerrify meReal funeral weatherAs it is todayPitter pa