The gentle breeze, a soft embrace,
Whispers tales of clouds that race,
Through skies of blue and gray they fly,
Painting dreams upon the sky.
A storm’s roar echoes wild and free,
Unleashing power for all to see,
Lightning cracks with blinding light,
As rain cascades through the night.
Sunbeams pierce the morning mist,
Warming hearts with a golden twist,
Flowers bloom in radiant hues,
Beneath the skies of brilliant blues.
Seasons shift with graceful ease,
Autumn leaves dance in the breeze,
Through winter’s chill and summer’s glow,
The weather’s tale continues to flow.