Beneath the azure dome so vast and wide,
Where sunlit beams and silver clouds reside,
A canvas painted new from day to day,
The weather tells its tale in soft display.

When morning breaks with dew upon the grass,
And golden rays through misty curtains pass,
The world awakens to a gentle breeze,
A whispered promise rustling through the trees.

But as the noon ascends with fervent heat,
The sky can shift, its temperament replete,
With stormy clouds that gather, dark and bold,
A tempest brewing, fierce and uncontrolled.

Then evening falls, a tranquil, cooling balm,
With twilight hues that bring a soothing calm,
The stars emerge as night begins to weave,
A tapestry of peace before we leave.