In the hush of morning’s light, a gentle breeze sighs,
Whispering tales of clouds that paint the skies.
The sun peeks through with a golden embrace,
Warming the world with its tender grace.

Raindrops fall like a soft serenade,
Tapping rhythms on leaves as they cascade.
The earth drinks deep from this celestial gift,
As flowers bloom and their faces lift.

Winds gather strength in a playful spree,
Dancing with leaves in a wild jubilee.
The sky turns gray with a dramatic flair,
Yet beauty remains in the storm’s gentle care.

Night descends with a tranquil sigh,
Stars emerge in a velvet sky.
Weather weaves its timeless song,
A symphony where all belong.