In the morning’s gentle light, the sun awakes,
Casting golden hues on fields and lakes.
A soft breeze whispers through the trees,
Carrying tales from distant seas.

Clouds gather, painting the sky in gray,
Promising rain on this quiet day.
The earth breathes in the cooling mist,
Welcoming each drop with a tender kiss.

The storm arrives with a mighty roar,
Waves crash upon the distant shore.
Thunder echoes through the endless night,
Lightning dances with electric might.

Yet soon the tempest fades away,
Leaving a rainbow in its gentle sway.
The sky clears, a tranquil blue,
Renewed by nature’s timeless hue.