Beneath the azure sky, the winds softly sigh,
Caressing the leaves, as they flutter and fly.
The sun’s golden rays, in morning’s embrace,
Paint warmth on the earth, a tender, gentle grace.

When clouds gather thick, like a silken shroud,
They bring forth the rain, with a voice so loud.
Each droplet sings, in a rhythmic refrain,
A melody pure, in the heart of the rain.

The storm’s fierce roar, a wild, untamed force,
As lightning dances, on its primal course.
Yet within the chaos, there’s beauty untold,
A tale of power, in the tempest’s bold hold.

As the storm subsides, and calmness returns,
The earth softly whispers, and the twilight yearns.
For the dance of the weather, is a timeless art,
That stirs the soul, and touches the heart.